<?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-10328857</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:44:42.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MagicForMarigold</title><subtitle type='html'>Living Vivid </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Travis</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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114892681652302095</id><published>2006-05-29T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:21:15.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.transbuddha.com/mediaHolder.php?id=1889"&gt;Mr. Rogers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.transbuddha.com/mediaHolder.php?id=1889"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114892681652302095?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114892681652302095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114892681652302095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114892681652302095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114892681652302095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-guy.html' title='What a Guy!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114853440690160219</id><published>2006-05-24T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:20:06.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash!  (not the movie, just my life)</title><content type='html'>Last friday I was driving with my friend and we were rear ended.  Actually, our friends were driving behind us and they hit us because THEY were slammed into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first accident, and it felt relatively minor, except now my left shoulder and neck hurt quite badly.  I finally went to the doctor today and she said to keep taking alleve (although, I was taking it way more than just twice a day, AND also taking excedrin, which she told me to cut out).  She also said I can consider getting some massage therapy perscribed, if I need.  I feel quite guilty about the whole "I'm in pain" thing, so I told her I would think about it.  I am thinking about it, not to mention feeling it, and am wishing I had said "OK, sign me up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I have the achy-ness of my body, but the friendship of the drivers seems a little bruised.  One feels like everyone just wants her to pay more insurance, but that's not the case at all.  However, I know when one gets into those feelings, it's easier to stay there and only see your own point of view.  I truly hope this gets healed, because all these friends are so dear to me, and I hate to see them hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114853440690160219?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114853440690160219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114853440690160219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114853440690160219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114853440690160219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/05/crash-not-movie-just-my-life.html' title='Crash!  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Her new book has just come out, "The Mighty &amp; the Almighty: Reflections on America, God, and World Affairs," and we had a discussion about religion and politics, and the role each play on the other. &lt;br /&gt;Before we started with the question and answer period, Secretary Albright went over four ideas that she felt were central to her book, and the way the conversation would go. &lt;br /&gt;The first was that the US HAS to have a moral foreign policy, and not a moralistic foreign policy.  She said she tended to work with a form of “Realistic Idealism” on some days and on others “Idealistic Realism.” &lt;br /&gt;The second was that in current politics, there are things the right and left can cooperate with, and there were four issues she pointed out: Stopping genocide, stopping the trafficking of people, helping refugees, and religious tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;The third point was a battle of ideas about integration.  Discussing what we’re FOR and not just what we’re against.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth was that we need to understand people as individuals, and not only a person from a group.  Eliminate stereotypes and avoid labels.  Certainly take a person’s background into perspective, but not using that as the sole way to evaluate them.&lt;br /&gt;Secretary Albright also came up with some solutions to current problems that haven’t been addressed.  She felt diplomats need to be trained in the religion of the countries they are working in.  She thought the Secretary of State and other leaders need to have religious advisors, and that religious leaders ought to be brought to the table when working on issues that will impact a country that is deeply religious. &lt;br /&gt;The question and answer period was great.  I really enjoyed her speaking; she was very sharp and clear, and was able to articulately answer all of the questions asked of her.   There were several questions for her about the current Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice.  Secretary Albright told us how she has a special link with her, in that Secretary Rice was one of her fathers' favorite students.   She got to know Secretary Rice after Albright’s father died, and were able to work on projects together before either of them were the Secretary of State.  I liked how that immediately stopped people from any further remarks about Secretary Rice.  All attendees received a copy of her book (which only came out on the 5th of May), and then she signed them.   It felt like an added bonus!  It was a great event, and I felt privileged to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114840582827701703?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114840582827701703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114840582827701703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114840582827701703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114840582827701703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/05/madeleine-albright.html' title='Madeleine Albright'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114721174434739689</id><published>2006-05-09T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T14:55:44.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>700 Hobo Names</title><content type='html'>I must say that I'm a HUGE fan of John Hodgeman.  Click &lt;a href="http://www.areasofmyexpertise.com/hoboes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to 700 Hobo Names.  Once you are there, click the big orange button that says "Click here."  It might be an investment of your time, but I promise, it will be a fun 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also contributes to the Daily Show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114721174434739689?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114721174434739689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114721174434739689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114721174434739689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114721174434739689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/05/700-hobo-names.html' title='700 Hobo Names'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114705929032638373</id><published>2006-05-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:34:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdos on the Bus</title><content type='html'>This is sort of a long-standing theme in my life.  I don't own a car, so I take the public transportation, which in Seattle is quite good.  As good as any public transportation system is, there is still a higher likelihood of vagrants and weirdos, especially compared to the vagrants and weirdos that are in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was waiting for a bus, and the only people waiting with me were pretty well strung out on some drug or another.  One of them mumbled something at me, to which I responded the way I usually do, by telling him that I can't hear him and if he wants to talk to me he needs to speak up and quit mumbling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he mumbled a little more and then said loudly and clearly, "Your husband is a proud man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which cracked me up, and I told him that I would tell my husband he said so.  I'm amused by comments like that, because it's odd that someone would assume that another would take pride in someone else.  And even odder that those people assume I'm married, which I never correct because that opens a world of problems that I don't need to deal with at a bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, and breifly at church, I spent the day by myself.  I often enjoy solitude quite a bit, but today I felt too wrapped up in my thoughts.  It would have been a relief to quit thinking and be out with people, but it seemed like too weird of weather and too much effort to rectify that.  Next weekend, like last weekend, will be full of people and events, and I will wish for a little more solitude.  Boy, I've gotta work on the balance a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114705929032638373?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114705929032638373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114705929032638373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114705929032638373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114705929032638373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/05/weirdos-on-bus.html' title='Weirdos on the Bus'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114702833511166964</id><published>2006-05-07T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:05:38.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinship Redeemer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is something from last weeks sermon, which I wrote a week ago, and have been mulling all week. I have not yet been to church today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight at church we had a “guest speaker.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was from our newly enfolded church in West Seattle, to become “Mars Hill West Seattle.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He had an interesting sermon, which I liked, and also fought internally with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was about family, and kinship redeemer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually hate sermons about family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually get upset, feel angry and bitter, and then end up crying (which I did).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which are things I don’t like to do (and I didn’t like it tonight, either).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also don’t like sermons about kinship redeemer, because, while I know that Jesus is our kinship redeemer, it still makes me feel angry that I feel a lack, or maybe don’t see one that has been in place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It isn’t something I like contemplating, even though the new testament version when Jesus solves everything is really a much better answer than the old testament version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, while mulling all of those things, I started thinking about how Muslim women often get outcast from their families (there is an interesting and sad article in a recent TIME or NEWSWEEK about it), and how sometimes nobody in their family steps forward to "redeem" them (quotes mine), and indeed, they become forgotten and disowned, or thrown into prison.  Then I started thinking about what it would be like to have a "Kinship Redeem" house, or some version thereof.  Ideally, it could be a branch-off of my old idea about a bed and breakfast with a big main house and smaller houses or cabins throughout a nice little property.  Very dreamy and probably unrealistic, of course, but who's to say it can't happen?&lt;br /&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/10328857-114702833511166964?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114702833511166964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114702833511166964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114702833511166964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114702833511166964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/05/kinship-redeemer.html' title='Kinship Redeemer'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114669814641931994</id><published>2006-05-03T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:15:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pipes and Spins</title><content type='html'>I am home sick, even though it's not really sick other than spinning.  This dizziness feels worse in the last week, which I'm not sure is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, I mentioned it to my mom, and she said that she and her sisters have it, and they take a certain type of vitamin to alleviate it.  It feels so reassuring that they have it, or at least know what I'm talking about.  In a little while, I'll trot on up to the store to get some, but I can't stand up for very long.  It's been nice to take little naps throughout the day, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little adventure I didn't count on is my tub plugging up.  I have been keeping my eye on it, because it has been a little slow to drain, and I've been doing the baking soda/vinegar washes to keep it cleaned.  Yesterday it still had some water in it in the morning, which I thought was weird, so I drain-o'd it.  This morning when I got out of the shower, it started filling up instead of draining!!  The stuff that filled the tub was NOT shower water, either!  I tried to put the plug in, and then it started coming in through the top valve (the one where excess water is supposed to leave!)  It felt a little like a monster movie, watching something creep into my house uninvited!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came home from work early, I called the managers and had them send some one out to work on it.  There has been someone working on it since 11:30, and now (at 4:00) it is STILL filling up.  There have been loud grinding noises and (more recently) mumbling and swearing at this clog.  I've been trying to ignore it (hence the naps). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still better than the [small] house fire I had Tuesday morning, (no details, just a teaser) so I'm not terribly worried about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114669814641931994?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114669814641931994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114669814641931994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114669814641931994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114669814641931994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-pipes-and-spins.html' title='Of Pipes and Spins'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114610935535341999</id><published>2006-04-26T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:42:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Agonies</title><content type='html'>I hate the games my brain plays with my emotions.  Maybe it isn't even my brain.  Maybe it's my emotions playing with my brain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a new job, and I hate that when I'm filling out applications or looking online at ads, my brain automatically tells me how dumb I am, or the million different reasons I'm not good enough, not experienced or (most certainly of all) that I don't have enough education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is making my confidence plummet, and I'm frustrated that it has only taken one evening of looking to make that happen.  I know when I go to interviews, I don't feel that way at all, so I am not sure why this stage of job hunting phases me so badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tame my brain.  I know that I have had success when I've done that before, so why does it seem to not work right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114610935535341999?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114610935535341999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114610935535341999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114610935535341999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114610935535341999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/mind-agonies.html' title='Mind Agonies'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114610330819244650</id><published>2006-04-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:01:48.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bugs!</title><content type='html'>I keep finding &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earwig"&gt;earwigs &lt;/a&gt;in my apartment.  I'm surprised because I haven't seen many/any before (only spiders) and I keep finding them lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trusty windex will keep me safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earwig"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114610330819244650?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114610330819244650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114610330819244650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114610330819244650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114610330819244650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/attack-of-bugs.html' title='Attack of the Bugs!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114602990458202279</id><published>2006-04-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:38:24.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Change?</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, I think it would be really cool to be an air marshall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'd even be perfect at it, especially since most people wouldn't even GUESS that I would be one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be great, potentially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114602990458202279?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114602990458202279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114602990458202279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114602990458202279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114602990458202279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/career-change.html' title='Career Change?'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114555309276986850</id><published>2006-04-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:11:32.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Good Policies</title><content type='html'>When your phone rings with "Unidentified Caller," answer with "Yo ho ho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take a last minute vacation, be sure to update all the people you had previous engagements with.  Also a good policy to keep your calendar current, so you don't forget the play you were going to attend with your grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know you're going through airport security, make sure your socks DON'T match.  Especially if you're "randomly selected" to be one of the people who has to be padded down and have their stuff gone through.  While in socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the plane, don't start playing with the kid in the seat in front of you unless you want to do it the whole trip.  And don't offer to switch seats with someone unless you know the TRUE seat they are trading you for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack for the weather.  A little bit of everything.  Not just, "Oh it will be 65 the whole time."  It is never 65 the whole time.  It is sometimes MUCH hotter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure the Chineese president doesn't follow you across the country.  It's a little creepy to turn around and see him peering at you from behind the closest stoplight/sign/building.   (OK, so it's just a coincidence he's in town the same time I am, after appearing in the building I work in two days ago...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114555309276986850?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114555309276986850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114555309276986850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114555309276986850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114555309276986850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/few-good-policies.html' title='A Few Good Policies'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114525588276878306</id><published>2006-04-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:38:02.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and the Tax Deadline</title><content type='html'>On Friday I had this great idea to hide Easter eggs throughout the office.  I told one of my co-worker friends, and she thought it was a great idea, so after work we went and bought some stuff for doing that.  A bunch of candy, and some funny other little toys.  Then we went and grabbed some food and drinks before heading back to the office for some hiding.  Kinda like low-scale geo-caching, but much less scientific and lots of fun.  We put the eggs together in one of the conference rooms, then tiptoed (even though nobody else was there) through the cubes and offices to hide the eggs.  My favorite hiding place was the copier paper deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also the weekend of the tax deadline.  Since the 15th falls on Saturday, the official deadline is Monday, with certain exceptions for people who live in Massachuesettes and Hurricane Katrina victims.  The mood in the office on Saturday was fairly jovial, and most people were just wrapping up their various projects.  I headed home around 2:00 to get ready to have people over for my end-of-Lent tradition; watching "Chocolat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried I would go overboard, or do too much of one thing or another, so I had my friend help me tone it down.  It was pretty nice, and I had an easy time arranging my teensy livingroom to accomodate a bigger crowd more comfortably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning I slept in.  What a nice feeling!  I prepared for church and my day very leisurely and didn't feel hurried, which is unsettling.  I had arranged to meet my Uncle and his wife and new baby at a coffee shop before church with my mom and step-dad.  The whole morning was a little behind schedule (without seeming too hurried, still), and my mom ended up just meeting us at church.  It was really cute to see my uncle and his wife being new parents.  I know I can't talk, but it's very cute to see them moving along.  They're not church-goers, so I was really glad when they called to see if they could join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo, I'll have to write more later... I'm exhausted...  I had a great day, and loved spending time with my family.  I got to see my niece, which I feel like I don't see often enough.  I spent time with my cousins, who I also don't feel like I see often enough.  We went to a hockey game, which was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114525588276878306?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114525588276878306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114525588276878306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114525588276878306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114525588276878306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-and-tax-deadline.html' title='Easter and the Tax Deadline'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114499188543945897</id><published>2006-04-13T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:18:05.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senorita Frog</title><content type='html'>My voice has taken a vacation the last three days.  I'm sick, and the trend of my adulthood sicknesses is losing my voice.  Usually it doesn't last as long as this, but I'm hoping it's on the downward slope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been awesome.  I mean, not wonderful.  I've faced piles of work with burning eyes, multiple sneezes, and answered countless questions, both work related and lost-voice related.  I'm so glad there's only four (ok, three) days left of tax season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, each night I am excited to go home and get rest, and each time I walk through my door, I'm reminded of chores to do, and distracted by non-chores.  Tonight I did do some laundry (ah, laundry, how do I love thee!) and made a playlist.  Yes, the essential playlist I NEEDED more than cleaning/vacuuming/figuring out the hall light.  Tee-Hee... it's nice, though, and I'm listening to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready for bed, and I'm sure I'll be faced with the question I faced last night while attempting to fall asleep.  Bring cough drops to bed with me, or will them to come to me in the middle of the night?  Last night I tried the "will" option, unsuccessfully (who knew?) and wished when I woke up this morning that I had them.  Silly Senorita Frog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114499188543945897?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114499188543945897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114499188543945897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114499188543945897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114499188543945897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/senorita-frog.html' title='Senorita Frog'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114454641200698930</id><published>2006-04-08T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:34:25.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness. Happiness.  Crazy Happiness.</title><content type='html'>What a week! Finally tax season hit, just when I made a bunch of fun plans. The weekend had so many neat aspects, and there's more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, of course, lumping in Water Aerobics from Thursday, because that always makes me feel like I've been festive with my friends. It was great, but I'm reminded again of how badly I take to water. Erp. Oh well, I get over it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had a weird, rough day at work, and then two outings.&lt;br /&gt;A friend came in from out of town and a bunch of us went out for a quick (in my case) happy hour. After that, I headed across town to meet up with my friends for a cocktail party. We dressed up fancy schmancy and crashed this guys well painted and crowded house. It was fun due to my friends, and not due to my awkward not-good-at-parties self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I worked all day. Yes, Saturday. 9:00 to 5:00. On arriving home, I intended to pursue a nap, but it didn't work. I was due to meet up with said out-of-town friend and other in-town friend, so rushed to get ready for that. I had a good parallel parking laugh with my friend (ok, at my friend). We grabbed some pizza and played pool, at which I managed to play shark for one round. Out of a lot of not-shark rounds. :^) We wrapped up at my favorite cozy chocolate place. Just like old times. It was great, and I loved hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday carried on the fullness of the weekend. My best friend came down and went to church with me. I've been asking her to check it out, and I'm really glad she did. Her background is so traditional (and kind of boring) and I worry that she maybe needs a different perspective. I think maybe she worries something similar about me and my churchin'. Anyway, it was really great that she came down, since it doesn't happen very often, and I've missed it lately.&lt;br /&gt;After church, a good bunch of my friends went to hiking at Snoqualmie. It was such a perfect day for it, and I enjoyed the company of my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114454641200698930?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114454641200698930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114454641200698930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114454641200698930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114454641200698930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/craziness-happiness-crazy-happiness.html' title='Craziness. Happiness.  Crazy Happiness.'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114429617076878739</id><published>2006-04-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:02:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Dark</title><content type='html'>My hall light has burnt out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally leave most of my lights off, anyway.  When I want it a little brighter, I light a couple candles (or a lot). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall light is important because it links the different parts of my apartment, and I can't just use candles since there really isn't a practical place to leave candles.  Not only that, but I can't seem to take the fixture off.  It looks like it ought to be very simple, but I just can't budge it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I run into our manager (and my house is reasonably presentable) I will make him take care of it.  I hate to be a bother, though, which is why I've waited for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114429617076878739?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114429617076878739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114429617076878739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114429617076878739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114429617076878739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/living-in-dark.html' title='Living in the Dark'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114421088290160178</id><published>2006-04-04T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:21:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack!</title><content type='html'>So, tax season is progressing nicely.  I'm excited for the change at the end of this one, so we'll see how it gets pulled off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was all caught up and looking forward to an afternoon of finishing up some lesser-important tax stuff when I got a call from my mom. She was driving up to Seattle because my grandma had a heart attack. I told her to pick me up and I would take a long lunch break with her at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is that she called her doctor, and he told her to call 9-1-1. She didn't and INSTEAD took the bus to her doctors office. Then HE called 9-1-1. When she called my mom from the hospital to let her know, my mom answered and said cheerily, "Hi Mother, how are you!" and my grandma responded (sounding a lot like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eeyore"&gt;Eeyore&lt;/a&gt;), "Oh, not very well." Pretty crazy! Everyone that visited scolded her at not calling the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in surgery when I was there at lunch, so I went back after work. It turns out she had five stents put in and an angioplasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought her a few books to choose from, and we had a good little conversation, and lots of laughing. They're going to send her home tomorrow, which seems a bit early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114421088290160178?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114421088290160178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114421088290160178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114421088290160178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114421088290160178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/04/attack.html' title='Attack!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114378865879634276</id><published>2006-03-30T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:04:18.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn Out</title><content type='html'>Today it felt like every interaction I had with everyone was off kilter.  It didn't fit any more, and I'm feeling tired of my place.  I can't believe I've lasted nearly six years at this job, with 4 3/4 of those years completely unfulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit drinking tea last Saturday, and then yesterday and today I ordered a latte.  I haven't had coffee since the middle of December.  And I keep thinking I will be finished with my coffee chain, and then I go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for complaining so much lately.  I am looking forward to summer, and my potential changes.  The days I'm walking through right now seem to be coated in molasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, June!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114378865879634276?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114378865879634276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114378865879634276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114378865879634276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114378865879634276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/worn-out.html' title='Worn Out'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114324389076478755</id><published>2006-03-24T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:44:50.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridayitis</title><content type='html'>I have an itch to get out of the office.  This is a very kite-flying sort of day, and I wish I could go up to Fort Casey to run around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a vacation.  Getting out of Dodge gives you something to look forward to; both leaving and then coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday (finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114324389076478755?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114324389076478755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114324389076478755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114324389076478755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114324389076478755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/fridayitis.html' title='Fridayitis'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114318397245186875</id><published>2006-03-23T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:07:48.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Perfect World</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends is going through a rough time, and I really wish I was better at consoling and encouraging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114318397245186875?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114318397245186875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114318397245186875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114318397245186875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114318397245186875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-perfect-world.html' title='In a Perfect World'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114309207582974543</id><published>2006-03-22T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:36:05.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Right Along</title><content type='html'>This has been the craziest week; it feels like it ought to be Friday night instead of Wednesday. It seems odd that I would have that sensation this time of year, during tax season my days tend to whiz past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dentist visit Monday morning, then a boring, slow day at work and then left early to work out. Tuesday started normal, and then found out I'm a cousin again! My Uncle and his Wife had their baby. At 3:30 in the day, my mom and sister called to see if I could leave work early. It was pretty early, so I got out, and we headed up to the hospital to see the new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute baby! And she has such adoring parents; it was wonderful to see the whole family. My uncle is one I'm close with because we used to hang out when we were both single in Seattle. He's so cool, and I'm so happy he has a new daughter. You can see the joy and delight in his face, which is always so great. I even held the baby, and she has that awesome velvety skin babies have. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hospital visit, my sister and I parted ways from my mom, and headed over to the East Side. We met up with a bunch of their friends for a going away party. That's right, my sister and her husband are moving away. They're going to California. Tomorrow! It feels very sudden, and I'm so sad that we'll not be close any longer. I've cried several times this week at how much I miss her already. I'm using this as fodder to feed my own dissatisfaction with my current situation and getting ready to push off. An end of an era always leads to a beginning of a new era. I look forward to it, but feel sad for the passing of an age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the morning was rough. I had unpleasant dealings with three of my most difficult people at work. Not a fun way to pass the morning, but it certainly helped make everything else seem a lot better. I cried a couple more times, which I hate when that happens at work. Most of it wasn't actually work related, but more missing my sister. At lunch, three of us who had bad days went to lunch together. I generally don't have full-on bad days, it's usually 15 minutes here or there that get tarnished, and then move on, but today's morning was really bad! Our lunch was a great break, and we all felt much better afterwards. The day repaired quite a bit, and I even came home and cooked dinner! That NEVER happens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a better week ahead.  It's already on the agenda!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114309207582974543?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114309207582974543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114309207582974543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114309207582974543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114309207582974543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving Right Along'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114296852680053573</id><published>2006-03-21T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:15:26.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Down Side to Being Mary Poppins</title><content type='html'>I have long been compared with Mary Poppins.  Mainly due to the purse I carry, that generally has all kinds of unusual purse inhabitants.  Usually items are procured to save the day, or other things that are "just right." &lt;br /&gt;Last night I discovered the limit to the Mary Poppins way of living, when the applesauce (no kidding, &lt;strong&gt;applesauce&lt;/strong&gt;!!) broke and spilled onto a bunch of other handy things.  Not too terribly messy, but enough to cause chagrin and an insight into the things I carry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114296852680053573?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114296852680053573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114296852680053573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114296852680053573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114296852680053573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/down-side-to-being-mary-poppins.html' title='The Down Side to Being Mary Poppins'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114266106831517079</id><published>2006-03-17T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:51:08.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeny McGreenerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top O' The Evenin' to ye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's my favorite holiday, and I lived it up!  I had such a great time at work and after.  This holiday is fun, and I love the whole green aspect.  That's pretty much the main reason I love it so much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot fathom why, but I got talked into going to the biggest St. Patricks festival in Seattle.  Good HEAVENS it was packed!!  I hate crowds, so didn't feel it necessary to stay all night.  I made a coupla friends leave to get mexican (good ole Irish Enchiladas!), and when we were done, they went back and I headed home.  Great fun, and quite relaxing.  Ahh home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a good one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114266106831517079?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114266106831517079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114266106831517079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114266106831517079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114266106831517079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/greeny-mcgreenerson.html' title='Greeny McGreenerson'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114253805254815949</id><published>2006-03-16T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:40:52.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denistry</title><content type='html'>Aaaahhh... Numb Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three fillings this morning.  Numb from my chin to my eyes.  I'm going back next Monday for three more... and after that I have the left side to get.  D'oh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good, except my drinking water is extremely lukewarm.  Not entirely a bad thing, but it will be nice not to wince when the waiters pour ice into my beverages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End in sight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114253805254815949?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114253805254815949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114253805254815949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114253805254815949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114253805254815949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/denistry.html' title='Denistry'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114135243459511181</id><published>2006-03-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:20:34.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>Today a coworker told me more about life with her adopted kids.  She's mentioned them before, and I hear a little more of the story each time we talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we were talking about how one of them is very special needs.  She had a hard time growing up because she was a shaken baby, and was diagnosed suicidal at the age of two.  My friend was a foster mom for her, and a SINGLE foster mom. She then decided to adopt.  She also adopted another little boy, who had been in seven foster homes by the time he came to her at seven months old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be a foster mom, and I'm even more inspired to hear how my friend did it on her own.  Thoughts to ponder for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114135243459511181?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114135243459511181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114135243459511181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114135243459511181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114135243459511181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/03/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114041886952362057</id><published>2006-02-19T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:01:09.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>I have been checking out this web site since I read about it in Time (or Newsweek).  It is interesting to see other peoples secrets, what they find relief in sharing.  The idea that we all have little quiet thoughts that we don't think we can or should share seems to be pretty common.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't sent any in, so don't get any ideas! :^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114041886952362057?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://postsecret.blogspot.com/' title='Post Secret'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114041886952362057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114041886952362057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114041886952362057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114041886952362057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114029825577721185</id><published>2006-02-18T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T13:30:55.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Curious About Yourself?</title><content type='html'>As I was walking to work today, I saw a little flyer on the ground that said "Are you curious about yourself?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, it made me laugh.  I started thinking of other questions that would follow that up.  "Do you wonder where you sneak off at night when you're not paying attention?"  "Have you noticed yourself coming home with different friends when you're looking the other way?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114029825577721185?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114029825577721185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114029825577721185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114029825577721185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114029825577721185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-curious-about-yourself.html' title='Are You Curious About Yourself?'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114015044541164038</id><published>2006-02-16T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:27:25.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheney's Got A Gun</title><content type='html'>My friend went to the Aerosmith concert last night and they sang a rousing version of "Cheney's Got a Gun." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend got to hang out backstage and chill with the stage manager, and Lenny Kravitz and all that good stuff.  Lucky!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114015044541164038?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114015044541164038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114015044541164038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114015044541164038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114015044541164038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/cheneys-got-gun.html' title='Cheney&apos;s Got A Gun'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114011265752712596</id><published>2006-02-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:57:37.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...Doughnuts!</title><content type='html'>This morning I almost stopped for a &lt;a href="http://www.toppotdoughnuts.com/"&gt;doughnut&lt;/a&gt; on the way to the bus.  And then I happened to be in the kitchen at work when the boss dropped off a whole box to share.  What perfect timing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114011265752712596?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114011265752712596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114011265752712596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114011265752712596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114011265752712596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmmmmdoughnuts.html' title='Hmmmm...Doughnuts!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-114005909965532592</id><published>2006-02-15T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:04:59.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor today and all my fears were confirmed:  I am just fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I have to change my diet a little.  Which is good, because the results should be great.  And, besides, it's terrible to live on chocolate alone.  That may end up what the dentist says, too, when I visit on Monday.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to the gym sometime, too, which will also contribute to the wonderful health of MARIGOLD!  Yaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-114005909965532592?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/114005909965532592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=114005909965532592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114005909965532592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/114005909965532592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/health.html' title='Health'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113998080186279263</id><published>2006-02-14T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:20:01.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intriguing</title><content type='html'>I just read a &lt;a href="http://texasbupp.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; (the January 16 posts) that gave a huge twist in my thoughts. I'm not sure what I want to take away from it yet, but I like the way it's written. The whole thought process in denying Christianity seems very intentional and fairly well thought out, and I want to say it's been close to his heart. I'm not sure what it would take to put something like that at the forefront of someone's brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113998080186279263?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113998080186279263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113998080186279263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113998080186279263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113998080186279263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/intriguing.html' title='Intriguing'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113996192245768641</id><published>2006-02-14T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:05:22.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Off the Couch</title><content type='html'>Today I joined a gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is part of my master plan to quit spending money, actually, which seems ironic, since I had to spend money to join.  And even worse, when I was done, I had to strongly fight the urge to go buy new work out clothing and shoes.  I suppose I better see if I use it before I go and get new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality (I hope) will be that I'll go workout in the evenings when I don't have anything to do.  Currrently (and sadly) I go home to hang out on the computer or go shopping.  Not a very good use of time (though the computer one is great fun!).  I can catch up on some movie watching, too, since the gym has DVD players accompanying the best equipment.  A good plan..? We shall see, and I hope it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113996192245768641?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113996192245768641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113996192245768641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113996192245768641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113996192245768641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/get-off-couch.html' title='Get Off the Couch'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113989848327390221</id><published>2006-02-13T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:28:03.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magazinies</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, two more magazines came in the mail today...  My old favorite, Better Homes &amp; Gardens, and a new one, Rolling Stone.  Saturday I had Travel + Leisure waiting for me.  Tomorrow I should have my Time &amp; Newsweek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS FANTASTIC!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I need to make sure to not just accumulate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113989848327390221?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113989848327390221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113989848327390221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113989848327390221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113989848327390221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/magazinies.html' title='Magazinies'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113989804685050699</id><published>2006-02-13T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:20:46.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I have a beautiful new watch and it is wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113989804685050699?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113989804685050699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113989804685050699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113989804685050699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113989804685050699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113971853350433272</id><published>2006-02-11T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:25:32.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subscriptions</title><content type='html'>In the past 6 months or so, I've become addicted to magazines. I really enjoy their quick look at things, and of course, their glossy pages call to my need for shiny things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or so ago, I was given an option to order magazine subscriptions with my air mile points. Woohoo! I went a little crazy! However, I now get Time and Newsweek, which are some old favorites. I also get a few others that I don't devour in the same way; Rolling Stone, Outdoor, National Geographic (Adventure), etc. My mailbox has been brimming with excellent reading, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this last weeks Time, there was a great article about a new theory of psychotherapy. While reading the article, I was delighted to see that some of my own thoughts about life are included in this "new wave." It is interesting how the psych community is reacting to and ackwnowledging this new idea.&lt;br /&gt;The article itself it titled, "Happiness isn't Normal," which is something I've long believed, and not in any fatalistic way.  Essentially, this emphasis takes the view that you have bumps in life, and they're worth noting, but not dwelling on.  Take note of the thing that is causing you pause, and then move on.  You don't have to go through a series of things to "fix" your sadness or anger or feeling about a phobia.  Just realize that you have it, and then move on.  It seems very practical to me, and I appreciated the article.  I'm thinking of getting the book by the psychologist, "Get out of your head and into your life."  Even the title seems to echo what I've had to tell myself, and now it's a revolutionary wave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113971853350433272?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113971853350433272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113971853350433272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113971853350433272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113971853350433272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/02/subscriptions.html' title='Subscriptions'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113840008437473525</id><published>2006-01-27T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:14:44.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi!</title><content type='html'>After three days in a row of shushi rolls for lunch, I have reached my limit.  It will be a while before I crave THAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113840008437473525?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113840008437473525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113840008437473525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113840008437473525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113840008437473525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/01/sushi.html' title='Sushi!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113773705838132278</id><published>2006-01-19T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:04:18.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony!</title><content type='html'>I went to the symphony tonight!  It was great, as always, and I enjoyed myself very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas I decided that I'd like to take my friends on outtings.  I'm medium good on buying stuff, but I'm much better at quality time.  (That's one of my love languages.  Look it up!)  Tonight was the first of such outtings, and it was a really great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for fancy drinks and yummy snacks right after work and before the concert.  Then made our way to the symphony hall, and visited while we people watched.  The show itself was excellent... it was Mozarts Final Piano Concerto.  The conductor/pianist was Vladimir Feltsman, who was impressive to watch.  He conducted while playing the piano, which I thought was cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other parts of attending the Seattle Symphony that I love; no matter what, every time I go.  Benaroya Hall is very beautiful.  I enjoy basking in the music and looking around at the hall.  Also, there is a violinist who has a BIG HUGE BEARD!!!  I'm sure it goes past his waist, and it's very bushy.  He usually plays in most of the concerts, so I've seen him a bunch of times.  This time around, my friend and I discussed the womens hairdos.  She said they were all the same.  And then I leaned over and told her that all the guys had on the same suit... very silly, and it's difficult to contain giggles (especially in a place that resonates so well!) in a situation like that.  The whole thing was fun, and I look forward to more outtings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113773705838132278?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113773705838132278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113773705838132278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113773705838132278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113773705838132278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/01/symphony.html' title='Symphony!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113696221997151255</id><published>2006-01-10T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:50:19.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite</title><content type='html'>A few of you might remember one of &lt;a href="http://catsinsinks.com/"&gt;my favorite web sites&lt;/a&gt;.  Now I have something NEW! and FUN! to visit and enjoy for hours of entertainment and amusement!  &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/"&gt;GO HERE NOW!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, enjoy and tell me what you see and like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113696221997151255?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113696221997151255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113696221997151255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113696221997151255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113696221997151255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-favorite.html' title='New Favorite'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113679249953294159</id><published>2006-01-08T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:41:39.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harumph</title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason, Jane is not speaking to me.  I am not sure how I have offended her this time, but my calls are cut short and I receive no emails.  Just another weird event in miscommunications, I'm sure.  Certainly I will find out soon enough how I'm not doing something enough or doing something else too much.  Harumph.  The constant maintenance for people who love you and believe you are mad at them half the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113679249953294159?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113679249953294159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113679249953294159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113679249953294159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113679249953294159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/01/harumph.html' title='Harumph'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113643882101174150</id><published>2006-01-04T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:28:18.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolve</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... Resolve!  The clean carpet solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the New Life Idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In previous years I have had doubtful feelings about New Years Resolutions. It wasn't something that made sense to me, as I think it is perfectly reasonable to start "being good" when you think of it. However, I do see the sense in having a good, specific starting date, and of desiring a new start, specifically at a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a new opinion for me. Last year I made it easier by having a "silly" resolution.  I resolved to drink more and hang out with my neighbors. It is a bit weird to make resolutions like that, but there really was a reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking more: First of all, I don't really drink a lot, even when I go out. I have never had a hangover, or been out of control. I'm not naturally very social, so it is very easy for me to want to go or stay home when other people are going out. I have been invited lots of times, but this last year, I really made the effort to accept invitations and go out with friends. I don't actually drink very much, and it really seemed to surprise people when I would go out with them. It ended up being a pretty good thing, and a chance to see my friends in their own habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with my neighbors: I have a fairly small apartment building that I live in. There are a few people around my age, and I've really enjoyed getting to know them. I like being available for people who need to borrow sugar and hats and movies, and so forth. This was a great chance to feel a little bit of community, and be a friend to people I wouldn't normally. I thought it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding this years resolutions: I am not sure how resolved I am. I have things I want to do, but I really want to do them after next week... does that count?? I feel like the next year will be a great year for getting healthy, in a variety of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, my actual physical health. I sometimes feel like I'm falling apart, and I'm sure THAT'S not healthy. Bad knees, sore back, aches and pains, etc. I know plenty of people who have those, but I know lots more who DON'T! It makes sense to get that in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial health. Right now I'm at a pretty good place in life. I have absolutely no debt. Of course, I could be doing a lot worse. I think that while I have the opportunity, it would be a great chance to become responsible, and tuck away for the future. Completely reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life/Work/Happiness health. I have a great job, and I've enjoyed it and growing with it for the last 5+ years. However, I know that as much as it is fun for now, I don't want to be here for the rest of my life, or even the next few years. I really want to explore and dig into what the next adventure should be. I have a feeling that (as most jobs take most of your waking life) will include aspects of my life and happiness, too. Which are all at adequate levels, but could certainly be boosted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this feels pretty grandiose. I think it is also pretty common sense, and I'm glad to do it. I think the main part will be just thinking about it and keeping it on my radar. It's so easy to let life get in the way and then you're NOT living it anymore, but it's living you. That is not how it's meant to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113643882101174150?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113643882101174150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113643882101174150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113643882101174150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113643882101174150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolve.html' title='Resolve'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113580199132998217</id><published>2005-12-28T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:33:11.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will It Work?</title><content type='html'>How long will this last?  I like the aspirations this guy is presenting, but I sure hope it's realistic, and a good change for this country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, Evo Morales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113580199132998217?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4563356.stm' title='Will It Work?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113580199132998217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113580199132998217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113580199132998217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113580199132998217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/will-it-work.html' title='Will It Work?'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113572663198049258</id><published>2005-12-27T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:37:12.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excedrin Migraine</title><content type='html'>Has anyone taken a minute to tell you about Excedrin Migraine?  It will change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113572663198049258?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113572663198049258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113572663198049258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113572663198049258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113572663198049258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/excedrin-migraine.html' title='Excedrin Migraine'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113540892960793496</id><published>2005-12-23T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:22:09.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning Yarn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spinning Yarn:&lt;/span&gt;  Lately the gift of choice people have given me are nice journals.  It is great, but as much as I like to write, I seldom sit down and write in journals.  I just got a really nice one for Christmas, and a month ago another one for my Birthday (it was a little late).  I think I'll have to figure out a good way to fill them up.  Perhaps jokes, or maybe funny little stories...?  I'm not sure, but there's a small forests paper at my disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spinning:&lt;/span&gt;  My dizzyness has gotten worse lately, which is weird.  Their frequency and intensity have increased despite my taking some preventative actions.  I've cut coffee out (mostly) and have cut way back on sugars.  I'm hoping those of you who know me are impressed, because those are my two favorite food groups. &lt;br /&gt;I've been to the doctor in the past, without having found anything conclusive.  Yes, I've done all the available tests.  I think it's &lt;a href="http://oto.wustl.edu/men/mn1.htm"&gt;Meniere's&lt;/a&gt;, which my grandmother had.  Maybe it's coming out now that I'm getting older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarn:&lt;/span&gt;  I've been making scarves!  I was inspired by the beautiful scarf my sister-in-law made for me a few years ago; I always get compliments on it.  I've had fun picking out the yarns, and putting in a couple hours thinking about the people I'm making them for.  I've also been drawn to the yarn stores that seem to be popping up all over the place.  They're very magnetic, and I just find myself detouring to them.  An interesting phenomenon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113540892960793496?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113540892960793496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113540892960793496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113540892960793496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113540892960793496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/spinning-yarn.html' title='Spinning Yarn'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113538102314342784</id><published>2005-12-23T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:37:10.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Adam</title><content type='html'>I love saying "Merry Christmas Adam!" to people. It's something my family has been saying for years, but not many other people pick up. I'll explain for those of you who don't get it: Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Before Eve came Adam, and the day before Christmas Eve is Christmas Adam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed over at my friends house. She had some people over and we watched "A Christmas Story." I've seen it for the first time this year, and liked watching it the second time, too. After the movie, we went over to look at the Christmas lights at this one house that was really decorated brilliantly... you could see it from a few blocks away!! It seemed like they had one of those collections that everyone buys you things for, and their collection was Christmas lights. They had all kinds, and had a section dedicated to various seasons. Thanksgiving, Easter, Valentines, Fourth of July, St. Patricks, etc. It was so festive and bright! I loved it, and it satisfied in a small way my enjoyment of driving around and looking at Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my friend and I did house chores at her house, then did a few errands around the house. I feel like I'm mostly finished, keeping in mind that I'll do New Years presents. I feel prepared, but am sure something will happen to make me feel otherwise. I'm not bringing a present to the family gift thing, which is just fine with me. We do a variation of the White Elephant gift, so we can include anyone who wants to join at the last minute. I usually end up with TurboTax (which I don't need, since I work at an accounting firm) or some movie a cousin wants and I give it to them. It is nice to just watch them, and visit with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice and rainy out, and it feels like perfect condition to take a nap. I'm considering getting up and taking a walk to look at lights later, but will decide with the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Adam!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113538102314342784?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113538102314342784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113538102314342784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113538102314342784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113538102314342784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-adam.html' title='Christmas Adam'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113454620937814971</id><published>2005-12-13T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:43:29.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As I Know It</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow my aunt is having a mastectomy. I'm a little uneasy because I never know how to talk to people after something like that has happened, and also not very good at knowing ways to be useful or helpful. I am thinking of things I can do, but feel like I'm falling short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was very crazy. I drove home after a community group and parked the borrowed car. I came home to drive it to my last day of school, and it had the front left fender ripped off mostly, and a ticket stating a parking violation causing the accident. That was mortifying! I only freaked out a little bit, and my friend who I'm borrowing the car from was very nice about it. It turns out it was hit by a firetruck, and it is likely to get some sort of help fixing the fender and the lights that won't work any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to pick up my paper from the last day of school. The teacher asked if she could use it for an example paper, which was really cool, and made my day. From the school, I rushed (as much as you can rush on a Metro) to meet my friends at the movie preview of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. It was such a great movie! I read all the books, usually annually, and that particular one isn't a favorite, but I really liked the way they did the movie, and it really hit home some great elements of the book that are pretty evangelical. I was surprised, since it is a commercial movie. After the movie, my two friends and I were walking back to the parking garage, and stopped in to have our picture taken with the Santa at Nordstrom. It was so funny, and not something I've done in a while. Quite festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was my company Christmas party. I brought my finery to work with me so I didn't need to go back home, and wear it all on the bus. I went to Nordstrom after work to visit my friends roommate who is a makeup artist working there. My friend and I had our makeup done there before the party, which was great. I usually don't wear makeup, so when I try, I end up mucking everything up and looking like a raccoon.&lt;br /&gt;We got ready together at work, and then walked over to the party. It was pretty posh, at the top of the Hilton in their banquet rooms. I had on a cool dress that I really liked, and found at a great deal. Everyone is always surprised to see me dress up, so it was kind of fun to get the compliments. I wasn't feeling well, so didn't drink very much (I don't usually have more than two or three glasses anyway). I did commandeer the cameras that were on the tables, and had fun taking pictures of the people on the dance floor. It is always so nice to see everyone on their relaxed behavior, and out of the office environment, and that night was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I hung out with my friend who was in town on business. We went to Ballard, and looked at a bunch of cute little shops that we've never been in before, and just had a good time catching up and getting advice. Then I met up with my uncle and his fiancee. We were supposed to go see a play (there's a lot of small theatre groups here) but the was canceled. Sushi was voted on, so we had sushi for dinner. The Wasabi Bistro had some great happy hour items, and I stuffed myself on some great "Seattle Tempura" rolls. After that, we headed over to Greenlake to take in their Luminire night. Greenlake is this community lake that has a well maintained walking/biking path around it. In the winter, they have one night where they set out lumineres every 50 feet or so, on either side of the path. It was so cool (and cold!) and quite a community feeling. Lots of people were out, and some were bedecked with Christmas lights and others were carrying their own candles. At various points along the path were bands or chorus' playing Christmas music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was nice, but the work week started out a bit bumpy. I had a bunch of things go wrong yesterday morning, so I felt like I wasted yesterday with fixing all of my mistakes. Today went much better, and I'm ahead of schedule on mailing that will go out in the new year. I had a potluck tonight with my community group, and had some interesting conversations. I keep feeling like this is such a great place, and I love finally having peers in a church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113454620937814971?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113454620937814971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113454620937814971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113454620937814971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113454620937814971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='Life As I Know It'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113398431131780050</id><published>2005-12-07T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:38:31.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Joke</title><content type='html'>"Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that the singing Shetland pony will not be able to perform tonight....He's a little hoarse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113398431131780050?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113398431131780050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113398431131780050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113398431131780050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113398431131780050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-joke.html' title='A Little Joke'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113385792086468405</id><published>2005-12-06T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:32:00.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classy Espionage</title><content type='html'>Clever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113385792086468405?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4501132.stm' title='Classy Espionage'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113385792086468405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113385792086468405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113385792086468405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113385792086468405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/classy-espionage.html' title='Classy Espionage'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113384669701394125</id><published>2005-12-05T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:24:57.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorts of Out</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a day.  It did not go well.  Not any huge, specific things, but a lot of not fabulous things and a general dismal feeling all contributed to a "down" day.  The weekend was pretty good, and fairly productive, so today was a stand-alone day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I had coworkers over, and laughed well with them.  I think I already told you all this, so I'm not elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon, I met up with my boss and made office furniture purchases.  That will really get my work life organized, and I'm excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I met up with my sister's group to celebrate my brother-in-law's birthday.  We met at the hip pool place, where I felt distinctly out of place.  The last time I went there was when I was in class to get my motorcycle endorsement.  The funny thing about this hip pool place was that the door guy checking ID was one of my friends from school.  I actually ran into him a few years ago, and we played pool at the other hip pool place in town, so I found it ironic to run into him there. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling out of place, I bowed out early to go watch a movie.  I went and watched the midnight movie of "Life Aquatic."  I enjoyed it, and especially the part when Bill Murray is in his blue dive suit, dancing to the music piped into his helmet.  Other point about the movie:  I seldom buy popcorn, generally coming prepared with lots of my own snacks, and having notorious luck for spilling copious amounts.  This night I was craving their popcorn (this theatre has better than average movie popcorn) so I purchased some, vowing not to spill.  I did very well, even making a dent in the amount of popcorn.  Then, getting up to leave, I spilt about half of the bag.  Not half of what was left, but half of the WHOLE BAG.  I left quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I woke leisurely, and left to go to a cookie party I had instigated.  My coworkers were the main people, and we made a bunch of cookies and had fun decorating them.  I don't actually like eating those type of cookies, but I still really loved it.  My favorite part was spending time with my really good friends.  That is my favorite part of my job.  It makes it a lot easier to get up in the morning knowing that my time at work will be so enjoyable.  And, even today when the whole day went awry, and I felt out of sorts, they were all so wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look!  I'm crying again!  What a day.  I've been wrestling with these tears and not felt able to deal with them just yet.  I suppose in the sanctuary of my house, I'm allowed, but sometimes I reach a point where I'm fed up with myself for having these emotions that are so strong.  Then I have to remember that people are born to feel, and to have these emotions, that it was given to us for a purpose.  And that I'm certainly not out of line to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the weekend.  Sunday after cookies I went to church.  I'm really enjoying it, and the pastor really puts it on the line.  I like that more and more, and am interested in becoming a member.  I'm a little concerned, though, because I haven't heard anything about missions.  I really feel like that is a hugely important part of a healthy church, and it seems weird that I haven't heard anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, my friend and I went with some of her friends and picked up some dinner fixings and dvds, and went to watch movies.  It was really fun hanging out with them.  It is weird to reflect back, and see that this is really the first time in quite a while that I feel like a part of a community.  That I have peers, and we get to spend time together.  I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up this morning, I was waking from an unsatisfying dream.  I can't remember what it was, but it was unsettling, like expecting to eat rice for dinner, then having cold lumpy potatoes instead.  Getting ready, I remembered most of what I needed to remember, but as I was running out the door, my backpack strap broke.  Then got to work and found some supplies that were alledgedly out of, but obviously in their correct place, after all.  I did get a lot of work done, but also had my water knocked all over my desk, and a few other things not quite work very well.  Again, my friends were all wonderful, and did much to soothe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was great, but I missed my bus on the way there, and arrived late.  It was a shortish class, so waited a bit afterwards for my returning bus.  Had to sit squished by hoodlums on the way back, and fought more dizziness.  Ugh, lately that dizziness has been more intense, and nearly induced nausea.  I have thus far boasted no motion-sickness, but have felt it strongly with these recent dizzy spells.  I will have to modify what I eat, and since I mostly eat chocolates, I'm sure that will make lots of other things much better, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm off to bed.  I'm reading a good book, and look forward to better sleep tonight, and a more settled day tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113384669701394125?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113384669701394125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113384669701394125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113384669701394125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113384669701394125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorts-of-out.html' title='Sorts of Out'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113359719739593829</id><published>2005-12-02T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:06:37.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>I had two coworkers over to my super-clean apartment.  I put a soup on in the crock pot, and we hung out talking and watching movies.  It was SO great!  There was a LOT of laughing, and we watched my favorite movie of all time, followed by some great SNL DVD excerpts.  Our time of laughing was SO awesome; we just rolled and rolled and rolled.  I love that deep laughter that you can have with good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was cleaning my house yesterday, I found my passport!  I thought I accidently threw it away, since I haven't found it in any of my "safe" places.  You know, the places that you think you'll never forget, but it is "safe."  I'm really glad to have it, but I still need to get a new one, since I have a huge deportation stamp in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the grocery store to get some stuff for the soup, and on my way out I had another "Save the World" moment.  When I was coming out of the store, there was a homeless guy trying to sell the "Real Change" Homeless Magazine, but I could hardly understand him, and it took me a minute to realize that he was only wearing a tee-shirt.  And it was snowing outside.  My standard practice is not giving, which is terrible.  I have justified it because there are SO many people on Broadway, I can't give to most of them.  Also, I make it a point to not have change, so I can answer honestly.  That is very round-about way to get out of a social responsibility, but most of the time, it seems like they're just teenagers without jobs, or people on drugs.  (My uncle is a social worker who works with the homeless in downtown Seattle, so I grew up hearing the "rules" about not giving money, and so forth)&lt;br /&gt;This guy outside the grocery store really bothered me.  In the past I've given granola bars, popcicles (in the summer), gloves, etc, but I didn't have anything to give this guy.  I STILL feel badly that I didn't go back with an extra coat or pair of gloves.  Now it's 24 hours later, and I haven't thought of a good answer to this.  This tends to be a recurring problem, and I never have an answer, and it's always unsettling to me.  I wish I had a better discernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going shopping with my boss.  We're going to get a great piece of furniture for my work space, which I've been busy clearing out and getting ready for our busy season.  Actually, semi-busy, since I had a bunch of days off in the last week.  However, it does feel like it's all coming together.  I'm looking forward to the upcoming tax season, because I will be in yet another role from the last tax season.  I feel very forward moving, and that's a great thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work we've been talking about credit, and finances, living with people and so forth.  It was all VERY interesting, and thought provoking.  I like the background everyone has, and it gives them such good perspectives.  It is interesting to hear what they have to say, and compare it with what my experience and opinion is.  I've also had a few revolving opinions on those subjects, so that is also interesting to reflect on; see where I've been and where I've come to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a great day and a good week*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'll write about the rest of the week shortly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113359719739593829?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113359719739593829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113359719739593829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113359719739593829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113359719739593829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113346393107007836</id><published>2005-12-01T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:05:31.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow! Snow! Snow!</title><content type='html'>It's SNOWING!  It looks great from the 28th floor... I'm sure it just looks like sludge on the ground level, but it's so awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding the Christmas Carousel today... maybe even TWICE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113346393107007836?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113346393107007836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113346393107007836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113346393107007836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113346393107007836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-snow-snow.html' title='Snow! Snow! Snow!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113303202394538683</id><published>2005-11-26T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:23:32.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning</title><content type='html'>My dizzy spells have been coming back. In the past week I've had about four or five, and there don't seem to be any patterns about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also spinning my schedule for next week. I am scheduled to have the week off, but I don't really need all of it. I think I'll take a couple of days and then head back in. I'm going to have a day with my sister, and a day with my mom. It is funny how much I enjoy my work, and I keep thinking how I'd rather be there than loafing around at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been borrowing a car from a friend, so it has been nice to have the extra freedom with that. It is kind of a crappy car, not one I would buy on my own, but it's been especially handy this last week, and a very generous offer from my friend. Having it has made me think more about buying one. I would have to move out of the city, I think, and I'm not sure I'd want to do that just yet. It IS freeing to think of the things I can do. Aaah, thank goodness for options!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113303202394538683?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113303202394538683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113303202394538683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303202394538683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303202394538683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/spinning.html' title='Spinning'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113303272351993857</id><published>2005-11-25T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:23:04.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settlers of Kattan</title><content type='html'>Yum Day has arrived.  I mean Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my mom's and her husband's house. As you may recall from previous posts, he is a chef, and the meal was great! It was also all ready at the same time, which is something I'm still practicing (when I get around to cooking). Everything seemed so easy, and just came out all fabulously prepared. It wasn't the traditional (in my experience) potluck. I always agonize over what to bring, and feel like the "bachelor" in the family who shows ups with drinks or chips or (my favorite) napkins. This time I brought a pie (my specialty is dessert), which burnt while I was baking it. I made two pies, and they both burnt the exact same way, which I'm attributing to my oven. Just the edges, perfectly blackened, while the middle turned out perfectly. My step-dad gave me some hints on how to avoid that in the future, and I almost wanted to go home and try it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we played a game of UNO, which went pretty well, despite the fact that I lost (but I'm used to that) and that my mom was accused of cheating (she wasn't, and she didn't even mean to win). It was very rousing, and Travis introduced some boarding school rules that made it more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I went to my friends house for dessert. I told her she ought to have people over for desserts and games or movies, so she did. I brought my second burnt pie, and arrived a little lateish. We played Settlers of Kattan, which I love! I haven't played it in a year or so, and it was still as fun as I remembered it. We had five of us playing, which made it a little harder than usual, but it was still pretty good. I highly recommend it, and hope to find more people who want to play, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, I inflicted my favorite Christmas movie, "Mixed Nuts" on them. It's funny how you can love a movie so much, but if you watch it with people who don't get it, you see it in an entirely different light. Oh well, I still enjoy the movie, but know to watch it with my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113303272351993857?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113303272351993857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113303272351993857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303272351993857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303272351993857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/settlers-of-kattan.html' title='Settlers of Kattan'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113303161562830327</id><published>2005-11-21T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:22:24.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Bits</title><content type='html'>My new (and temporary) boss has been working with us all to whip the office into shape and get things ready for the next tax season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been great working with her, mostly because she listens and gives great feedback. I'm having quite a bit of free reign to arrange the work spaces, and I'm trying to do the best to turn it into an efficient working area. We're also getting things taken out of their crash landing places, from when we moved last year. I keep finding boxes of envelopes and supplies that we haven't used for an entire year. Since I've been fighting the pack-rat gene, I'm very inclined to throw a lot of it away, but have been able to find good ways to reuse them and save our company a bit of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some vacation time soon, but I'm not sure I'll use it all. I had a lot of things planned, but most of it is not panning out. I'm hoping to save it for a trip after tax season. I love having all these options! A coworker is offering a week-long time share, so I'm trying to figure out how to (or if I should) make that work. My new coworker (not the one with the time share) has done a lot of traveling, and I'm very inspired by her. Every where I turn, people are telling me how talented I am, and that I'm very employable. That is encouraging, and I feel now a bit of freedom that I have not felt until now. If I wanted to, I COULD just pick up and leave! I do not have to stick around here, though I will probably get some more classes under my belt before I embark on anything huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113303161562830327?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113303161562830327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113303161562830327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303161562830327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303161562830327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/work-bits.html' title='Work Bits'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113303283706878018</id><published>2005-11-19T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:21:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gizoogle</title><content type='html'>This is AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113303283706878018?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gizoogle.com/' title='Gizoogle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113303283706878018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113303283706878018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303283706878018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113303283706878018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/gizoogle.html' title='Gizoogle'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113203346330681161</id><published>2005-11-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:46:12.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Relations and School and Scarfs</title><content type='html'>My brother had a great dream on his &lt;a href="http://flambouantconservative.blogspot.com/2005/11/dreams.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I loved reading it because it made me feel so alike with him!&lt;br /&gt;There is the fact that I love chocolate. There is the fact that I have very weird vivid dreams, and now I learn he does, too. I like those dreams, despite the fact that they are also sometimes very weird and vivid and SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;I love finding new connections with people I'm related to; it kind of validates the link I have with cool people that I happen to be related to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got back a paper from my teacher. I had a horrible time writing it; it's the first thing I've written that I did not enjoy. I did fairly well, despite doing so terribly. I'm tempted to email the teacher and tell her to lower my grade, though. She gave me way more credit than I deserved. I knew how the paper should go, and what it was supposed to be (defining something) and then could not get it to work in any manner. It was quite awful.&lt;br /&gt;A classmate asked me for help working on his paper. I'm going to meet him and give some advice, but sometimes I just feel too bossy. This guy is really cool; from a paper I've edited for him, I found he used to work in the ER in Mexico. I'm always very impressed by people who do huge important jobs in other countries, and then come here and have to re-start. They seem so courageous to me. Anyway, he's getting hung up on pronouns, which is something that I get hung up on in Spanish. After getting my last paper, I feel like I should come with an advisory warning. "I over comma-fy." "My sentences are fragmented or spliced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I went to my other best friend's house. We've been meaning to get together, but our schedules hadn't collided until this point. I cut fabric for my quilt, and then decided two of my fabrics won't work. We moved on to yarn projects. She is a knitter and I'm a crochet-er (an awful one). I made a scarf, but it is really really long! It goes down to my shins and I used three skeins of yarn! I only know one (now I made up two) stitches, so I had to make do. Despite being so long, I really like it. The yarn "flavor" is Popsicle, and it's bright reds with magenta, orange and green in it. The scarf is pretty warm, especially since I have to wind it so much to keep it off the ground!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113203346330681161?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113203346330681161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113203346330681161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113203346330681161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113203346330681161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/dreams-and-relations-and-school-and.html' title='Dreams and Relations and School and Scarfs'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113194743723489254</id><published>2005-11-13T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:50:56.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirming in my Seat</title><content type='html'>Ah, tonight at church we had a great fire and brimstone sermon. It was real, and it was practical and it made me want to squirm in my seat! Make those changes in your life, I dare you!&lt;br /&gt;I think you can go &lt;a href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and download it by going to the download icon and click on sermons. I haven't tried it myself (I was there in church, so I heard it the first time), but I've heard good things about the downloads. They set up their sermons so you can download it and put them on your mp3 player. Neat.&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that I'm attending the biggest church in Washington, and that it's a mega church. Never thought I'd go to one of those. Most mega churches seem so hokey, and I never feel like I'm allowed to sing along in case I ruin it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113194743723489254?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113194743723489254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113194743723489254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113194743723489254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113194743723489254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/squirming-in-my-seat.html' title='Squirming in my Seat'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113174443604160387</id><published>2005-11-11T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:33:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Ladies Night (Oh, What a Night)</title><content type='html'>Man it's stormy out today! The view is grey, and our windows are all speckled with rain. You can hear the &lt;a href="http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-i-work.html"&gt;building&lt;/a&gt; creaking, which I find comforting.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to my new friend's house for movies. I've been tagging along on a bunch of things with her, and it's been a lot of fun! Tomorrow there's a huge group breakfast at her house, and I'm going along to that.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after the breakfast, I'm going up to my other best friends house for a weekend of hanging out. I'm bringing my quilting fabric in case we get around to it (I secretly hope we do!), and some nice wine. It's nice to relax and hang out, and we hardly ever get the chance these days. She's been in school for so long, and I've had two jobs until recently, that our schedules seldom line up.&lt;br /&gt;We seem to have these conversations about "the next step." She is in all these classes for a really interesting degree, but doesn't really want to do any of the careers that would follow. I'm pretty envious, because those classes sound great, but I'm just now forging through prerequesites, and while my eventual goal is what I really want to do, it doesn't sound as &lt;em&gt;fun &lt;/em&gt;as hers. I can't live both lives, though, and I'm not suited to her degree.&lt;br /&gt;We also toy around with moving, but year after year, she never does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113174443604160387?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113174443604160387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113174443604160387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113174443604160387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113174443604160387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-ladies-night-oh-what-night.html' title='It&apos;s Ladies Night (Oh, What a Night)'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113133569772120187</id><published>2005-11-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:54:57.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>Last week my aunt sent me a text message to pray for her while she was going in for a mammogram.  She is new at text, so I kind of laughed and then prayed at the given time and date.  I also found a funny mammogram cartoon and emailed it to her and told her I was thinking about her.  THEN, this week I got an email from someone (either my grandma or my mom) about how she had to go in for biopsies and it was a lot more serious than just a mam.  I felt terrible about sending the cartoon, and could think of a lot more things I could have done. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the report came back, and she has breast cancer.  This is my moms youngest sister, and her second sister to have breast cancer.  This aunt is 43, the one that had it a few years ago was 37 when she had it. &lt;br /&gt;Today we had a party at my moms house for her brother who turned 50 (I should mention somewhere that my mom is one of eight kids, so you don't have to keep track).  All of her siblings were there, as well as my grandma and great aunt, and some cousins.  After dinner we finished our cake and were doing the usual socializing.  I was talking to my youngest uncle, who is planning a wedding with his pregnant fiancee (it was planned, and he's 41 and she's late 30's.  It's not your garden variety pregnant fiancee), when everyone started gathering in the living room right in front of us.  My aunt with the diagnosis sat on a chair in the middle of the room and everyone gathered around to pray for her. &lt;br /&gt;It is kind of a surreal feeling, especially when you know there are non-church-goers in the room.  Its empowering, too, but then you know you really are just praying for mercy.  That's what you get, you get to send a prayer to God, who can do His will... as He wills.  What do you say to the people in the room if the person they pray for dies.  I am still figuring out how to let this argument play out in my head. &lt;br /&gt;I love prayer, but I feel a lot more comfortable with it being an internal dialogue. It seems like once you speak it, once it gets out there, YOU get out there!  Maybe you become a freak a little.  Of course, it's not a normal life, to be a Christian, and if it is, then maybe you're doing it wrong. &lt;br /&gt;It makes you want to squirm in your seat a little, and I don't actually think it's wrong to squirm.  Especially if you think it's something worth changing, or about time you considered changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113133569772120187?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113133569772120187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113133569772120187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113133569772120187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113133569772120187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/11/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113061635037480464</id><published>2005-10-29T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T13:05:50.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBC Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From "&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4384512.stm"&gt;Islam Feminists Urge Gender Jihad&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great article about a conference held in Spain.  I like specifically how it says this is a problem that needs to be addressed by everyone.  They have quite a few quotes at the end from various people around the world.  I'm impressed already by what most of the men writing in have to say on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I am a father of three, two of whom are girls, all under ten. I wish to see my children treated equally in all and every aspect of their lives by the religion whose core values I am trying my very best to pass on to them. This is an encouraging news item to me. I wish the organisers the best of luck and hope they will avoid the early trajectory of feminism in the West, that of excluding men from their just struggle. If they do exclude men of good will, I worry progress will be so slow that even my under tens will not enjoy the fruits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kamal Ibrahim, Carbondale, IL, USA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The religion of "Patriarchy" predates Islam, Christianity, and Judaism, and underlies them all. If we see an "ugly face" to Islam, let us Christians remember to look to our own house first. What we have done in the name of Jesus has surely made him grieve a thousand times over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thomas McCabe, Lakewood, OH, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Islam, like any other religion, is viewed through the actions of the people. If there are misconceptions, then it is the responsibility of its followers to present itself as they wish to be seen. A veil of misconception can only be removed by those who wear it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brian K Smith, Maryville, TN, USA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113061635037480464?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113061635037480464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113061635037480464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113061635037480464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113061635037480464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/bbc-article.html' title='BBC Article'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113053190002604962</id><published>2005-10-28T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:38:20.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend will be the best chance to see &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mars &lt;/span&gt;until 2018.  The article &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9851248/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; says you can even use binoculars (I don't believe it) to get a good view.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know how it looks, since I'm sure it will be cloudy where I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113053190002604962?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113053190002604962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113053190002604962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113053190002604962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113053190002604962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/mars.html' title='MARS!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113051470316435994</id><published>2005-10-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T08:51:43.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left-Wing Laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arnoldsneighborhood.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schwarzenegger Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113051470316435994?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113051470316435994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113051470316435994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113051470316435994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113051470316435994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/left-wing-laugh.html' title='Left-Wing Laugh...'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113047737917055476</id><published>2005-10-27T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:29:39.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just watched a movie called "Paradise Now," about two would be suicide bombers in West Bank. It is quite a beautiful movie, and leaves me with the same old feeling that my world here is too small. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was another screening, and since I barely made it to the last one, I made sure to be a little early for this one. I was very early, actually, and the first person in line. I had a great conversation with a couple that had come into the city for a night out. I forget that people do that; myself living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the city. They were very interesting, and I liked the chance to talk with them. The trend lately is that I talk to strangers (and sometimes take their candy...); I guess I shouldn't be especially surprised anymore, people seem to seek me out to talk to them. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the movie was a discussion time, which I didn't stay for. I liked the movie, and didn't want to leave all agitated at the way those discussions end, and I really like to savor a movie afterwards. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just missed the bus, but exactly timed the rain. Aside from the circumstance, it wasn't terrible waiting, though the rain could have been a little lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the next bus came, I was the only passenger so I talked to the bus driver (another stranger). He told me about lost and found (he found a framing hammer; I go there to get umbrellas), and about the potential new hybrid busses, and the bus training school on slick surfaces. I listened and added my bit about the free lost umbrellas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quite a pleasant evening, and again, I'm at home on a rainy night. Cozy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113047737917055476?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113047737917055476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113047737917055476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113047737917055476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113047737917055476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/paradise-now.html' title='Paradise Now'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113038637795212645</id><published>2005-10-26T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:19:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just made my first batch of sticky rice.&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I had it at a Thai restaurant, and have craved it ever since.   I made excuses to go back to the restaurant a couple of times, but the dish is $10, so I decided to track the recipe down and master it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my first time trying to make it, and there are a few things to iron out.  It's a little on the al dente side, and it's not quite sticky enough to use my chopsticks the whole way through.  However, the flavor is ALL THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've usually had it with mango, but I didn't have mango at home.  I suspect it would be good with pears, too.  Or mango ice cream or something.  Either way, the rice part of it is great, and I'll have to keep practicing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113038637795212645?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113038637795212645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113038637795212645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113038637795212645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113038637795212645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/sticky-rice.html' title='Sticky Rice'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113030788391547990</id><published>2005-10-25T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:44:10.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been such awesome weather!  It's grey and rainy, and I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course, I can look at my stomach in any light and see most of my veins.  I glow in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This rain has been great... It's been the kind where it fogs up the whole city rather suddenly, then slowly fades away as though it hadn't been there, murking up our vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept in today, due to the late work of archiving I would be doing tonight. I had delusions of grandeur; like I would REALLY do a bunch of laundry before I left. Like I would REALLY clean the fridge and take out the trash. Like I would REALLY vacuum and mop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept in.  Until 9:00, when I had to get up and leave within 20 minutes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way to work, I stopped at a coffee place someone had given me a gift card to. I bought my first egg nog latte of the season (decaf, of course). On Saturday, I had surreptitiously taken the wrong drink and taken a huge swig of not-my-drink. It was a tempting, spicy egg nog latte, and I craved it since that tasty swill. Indulgence was delightful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hung out at work, having one of those productive days that made me look like a superhero.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't had cereal today.  Yet.  Or toast... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ta ta for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113030788391547990?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113030788391547990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113030788391547990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113030788391547990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113030788391547990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113027243108496084</id><published>2005-10-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:33:51.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Buddy</title><content type='html'>I was just talking with the new employee we hired.  Today is her second day, and she's already fitting in well.  She invited me to her church, which I'd heard about and meant to try. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going!  I'm gonna tag along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113027243108496084?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113027243108496084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113027243108496084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113027243108496084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113027243108496084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/church-buddy.html' title='Church Buddy'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113021892748715517</id><published>2005-10-24T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:42:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Please note that I feel this blog style may be a  bit of a cop out.  My apologies to you for "copping out")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Today I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Woke up late, result of reading until 2 ayem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Noticed a spider while I showered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Did not kill it, despite being very tempted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Almost missed the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lowered my bus-running time from 4 minutes Door to Bus to 2 1/2 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Remembered to bring my leftovers, while running out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Solved crisis at work, did my job, rearranged company kitchen, trained new girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Typed homework at my lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Started a blog for my friend for her 30th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nagged her to write in it&lt;br /&gt;Made plans for working to 9:00 tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Switched to Decaf (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Battled a raging headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Overcame a dizzy spell (or two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gave a class presentation (it went well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ate cereal for dinner (again) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Finished yet another book that isn't for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ignored house and home work (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Went to bed early tonight, or at least not late... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113021892748715517?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113021892748715517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113021892748715517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113021892748715517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113021892748715517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/listed.html' title='Listed'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-113011932481130817</id><published>2005-10-23T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:02:04.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I love Seattle this time of year! The skyline is gorgeous, and fabulously fuzzed around the fringes with fog. Walking anywhere covers you with a nice fine mist, or drenches you with a downpour. Somehow I find that satisfying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It's the time to cook, and warm up in your kitchen and livingroom. Drink beverages that warm your body the way it warms your soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I spent the day quietly doing homework avoidance.  Nice, but not noble.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm part of a group that will be leading a class discussion on Monday. We met Wednesday night after class, and then yesterday morning to tidy and wrap things up. The group is fairly small; myself, a black girl whose outer surface seemed to say "leave me alone," and a quiet guy from Kuwait. It was a weird pairing, and I wasn't sure how it would turn out. After yesterdays meeting, though, it wrapped up nicely, everyone contributing and having good ideas, with me not having to be bossy. All that is left is the presentation, and I have high hopes for that, as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Yesterday afternoon I went to dinner at my moms. She and her husband have birthdays next week, so it was a celebratory meal, with all the local children in attendance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It started well, but the after dinner conversation became dominated by the arrogant husband of my step-sister. He seems to be low in social graces, and kept going on about his [low ranking] job in the army, how he knew everything about everything, and looked forward to his next deployment to Iraq so he could finally "shoot someone in the face." At that point, my brother in law decided it would be a good time to leave, and I happily agreed. In the car we all discussed how appalling it was, and tried to figure out ways to avoid him. It's too bad he's so awful; I like my step sister, but find it hard to be around her husband. I feel a little sorry for her, but I have to say, we all make the choice when we marry (or most of us do). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-113011932481130817?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/113011932481130817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=113011932481130817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113011932481130817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/113011932481130817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/grey.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112978355422092446</id><published>2005-10-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:45:54.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wooohooo! I just got my first paper back tonight. Before she handed everything back, she made a point to talk about the grades, how she never gives out 4.0 and seldom gives 3.5 or higher, especially not for the first paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HA!  I got a 3.9!!!  Yeeeehaw!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I laughed because one of the things that I asked her about was the word "had." I go out of my way to remove it from my sentences, and I feel like it's a weak word that doesn't add to an idea. She said she probably wouldn't notice, but then she put all of them back in when I painstakingly took them out!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm quite pleased. I like the class and liked it before I got this paper back. I was a little worried at the beginning, but I'm not feeling that way any longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112978355422092446?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112978355422092446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112978355422092446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112978355422092446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112978355422092446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/essay.html' title='Essay'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112978391435206706</id><published>2005-10-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:51:54.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zee Ooonyuun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;For some reason, I am very amused by &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/index"&gt;The Onion &lt;/a&gt;this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112978391435206706?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112978391435206706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112978391435206706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112978391435206706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112978391435206706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/zee-ooonyuun.html' title='Zee Ooonyuun'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112983464172274917</id><published>2005-10-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:57:21.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to write about the weird dream I had about Jimmy Fallon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112983464172274917?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112983464172274917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112983464172274917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112983464172274917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112983464172274917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112961162608326745</id><published>2005-10-17T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:00:26.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Precipate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tonight class was let out early.  I caught an earlier bus home, and had time for a quick walk to the grocery store.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It was night, and relatively warm, though slightly misty.  By the time I picked out my fun groceries and headed home, it was a heavy mist.  I LOVED IT!!!  My hair and face were soaking up the delightful feeling of tiny spritzes.  The mist gave everything a softer edge, and when you saw it in the street lights, it seemed like a storm of small proportions.  It was such a nice evening treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After enjoying the walk home, I came in and had TOAST, which is one of my favorite evening meals.  It always hits the spot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112961162608326745?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112961162608326745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112961162608326745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112961162608326745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112961162608326745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/everybody-precipate.html' title='Everybody Precipate!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112961130007463650</id><published>2005-10-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:55:00.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yolking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh Man... It's been a while, but I just LOVE cheesy jokes.  They have a real soft spot in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Here's a good 'un:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How do amoebas keep in touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With cell phones.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(GROAAANN!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Send 'em in if you've got 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112961130007463650?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112961130007463650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112961130007463650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112961130007463650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112961130007463650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/yolking.html' title='Yolking'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112935866177291762</id><published>2005-10-14T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:44:21.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or something like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My computer at home seems to have the Avian Flu. Or just a virus that is not transmitted by birds... Grrrrr. My immediate resolution is to just turn it off for a while until someone else can fix it for me. Wouldn't that be nice.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I'm addicted to it, and have much to say. I can only hope that by reading this, you don't catch my computers flu. (I don't think it likely.)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is FALL. A lesser favorite of my seasons, but I like weather, so it's not all bad. Tonight is a hard rain, which makes me feel at home. This season is a progressing darkness, which I like to be wrapped in, and I enjoy walking home from work when it is night out. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Currently there seems to be a change in the air. I wonder if this change is something that happens once a generation, or felt around the world. A feeling that just around the corner looms something big, and something that cannot be ignored. I like the feeling of such a thing, but find it quite scary, too. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am looking into getting a small, quick medical certificate, one that will, perhaps, be suitable for my weak stomach. I've had an interesting talk with my dad (a thing that doesn't always happen), and he's feeling a similar thing. Of course, he rushes on to say "Read your Revelations, Girl." If you've met my dad, you might think it weird, and I am never sure how to respond. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;On quite a different note, this week has been very long and wonderful and terrible. I miss my best friend, but have found work to more than fill the time. Tonight is the earliest I've been home this week, at 7:45. I've had school for two nights (d'oh, I also have homework!) and been at work late the other two. I haven't left work until 7:45ish, and by the time I'm home, it's 8:30 or nine, depending which bus I take. Today was very taxing, as tension from everyone about the deadline was bristly, and I still have to go in tomorrow. I don't find this sort of stress to be very rewarding, and have renewed my feeling that spring tax season might just be my last one. We shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112935866177291762?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112935866177291762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112935866177291762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112935866177291762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112935866177291762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life or something like it'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112923538120382793</id><published>2005-10-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:29:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Wounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seem to be accident prone as of late.  Everything I embark on seems to result in another mark being left on my tender skin.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend and I have a joke about how I always end up getting hit in the left eye.  It's been fairly accurate, but the tendency is spreading!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have several bruises unaccounted for along my shins and knees; a burn mark on my right forearm, and a few other achy places.  Last night I was on the bus when I hit the back of my left arm on a safety bar.  I felt a sharp pain immediately, and soon after a lump arose.  It looked and felt like someone put a marble under my skin!!  The lump faded after a few hours, but is now a bright blue bruise that is extremely tender.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope this is a small phase, and not one of those things I become famous for (I had a cousin-in-law who became known for her clumsy tendencies).  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112923538120382793?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112923538120382793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112923538120382793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112923538120382793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112923538120382793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/battle-wounds.html' title='Battle Wounds'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112909769538377122</id><published>2005-10-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:14:55.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am exhausted.  I worked a 10+ hour day today.  I left work at quarter to eight.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the good student I am, I came home and worked on homework, with only a little watching of The Daily Show. The Tuesday night homework assignments are more of a pain than the homework due on Monday. After this week it should be easier, since the tax deadline will be over.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the assignments for me this week is to read a classmates essay and respond to it. I had a very hard time with it, since I want to be clear about ways they can work on their writing to make it more clear, but also wanted to make sure I'm not brutally honest, and sound mean. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm excited to receive feedback from my teacher about the first essay we've turned in. I had some homework returned yesterday and she wrote, "Wonderful" on it! Ha ha!! I'm the teachers pet all over again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112909769538377122?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112909769538377122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112909769538377122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112909769538377122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112909769538377122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112904638275735197</id><published>2005-10-11T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:59:46.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my morning rush for the bus, I forgot my glasses.  I only have five pair, so it's not like I lost them, either.  I just forgot 'em.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did, however, remember bread, butter, peanutbutter and jam to make sandwiches.  Also all of my homework, and the huge book I'm reading instead of doing homework.  I remembered a sweater and a hat (since it's getting cold and rainy), and my coat, and stuff to mail for a friend.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of stuff at work today, so I'm sure I'll notice the glasses shortage soon enough.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really have to restrain myself from buying a new pair.  I keep feeling like it's about time to do so, but I better not! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112904638275735197?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112904638275735197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112904638275735197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112904638275735197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112904638275735197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/blinders.html' title='Blinders'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112897116851887754</id><published>2005-10-10T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:06:08.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politico to the Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, it's an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/chicagotribune/LegacySubPage2.asp?Page=LifeStory&amp;amp;PersonId=15361018"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obituary notice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Read the last line...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112897116851887754?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112897116851887754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112897116851887754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112897116851887754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112897116851887754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/politico-to-death.html' title='Politico to the Death'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112896466621370425</id><published>2005-10-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:17:46.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Florida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/9600151/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is creepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, and yet still reminds me of a Simpsons episode.  You know, the one when Bart brings a lizard or frog thing on their trip to Australia... by the end of the show, the green thing escaped and wreaked havoc on the eco-system of the whole continent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112896466621370425?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112896466621370425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112896466621370425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112896466621370425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112896466621370425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/scary-florida.html' title='Scary Florida!'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112889998127926621</id><published>2005-10-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:19:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last week was my birthday.  Actually, just over a week ago, but it stretched longer with different events, the way an enjoyable birthday should!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I worked on my birthday, and had class immediately after, so I did most of my celebrating the weekend after.  Still, the day was quite fun, and my coworkers did lots of nice things to help me celebrate.  One coworker brought in a gift bag brimming with fun, perfectly useless things which is the kind of present I appreciate the most.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because my birthday was in the middle of the week, I took Friday off for hanging out, catching up on sleep, and giving myself the myth that I might work on homework.  I let the day slide leisurely by and in the evening went to meet up with a bunch of friends at the Cheesecake Factory for drinks and dinner (both are quite good at the Factory).  I enjoyed the comraderie of a large table of friends, and was surprised by the generous gifts they brought (which I try to discourage in general).  It was a fun time, and when we dispersed, I went with Travis and my Brother in Law to Gameworks for an hour of tipsy shooting and driving.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Saturday, my mom and her new husband had me over for dinner.  I was suprised when we arrived to find the table set for much more than I expected.  My cousins were invited, as well as my sister and her husband, me and Travis.  The table was elaborately decorated with beads and tiny lights.  Each place had a menu with our name at the top, and descriptions of the courses.  My step-dad is a chef of accomplished stature, so everything was exquisite.  My mom accidently bought big cornish game hens instead of the smaller ones, so when we looked down the table, there were huge chickens on each plate, and it seemed quite luxurious and a little silly!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112889998127926621?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112889998127926621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112889998127926621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112889998127926621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112889998127926621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112870337801521973</id><published>2005-10-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:02:13.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well it's been long enough! I've been so busy with work and school and birthday, it's been hard to find time to pull away to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I mention my boss was fired? She was fired the day before my birthday, and I still have to take pains to remember they didn't do it for my birthday. The firm is currently looking for someone to fill a new position that is part of what the old position did, with components added and taken away. The HR role has been removed, and is now a separate position, which is such a smart move. Previously, if we had any issues, the only person we could go to was our boss, who never knew how to listen, and never offered any viable solutions (even if we had given her some!).  All of these fairly big changes were made within the last week, and have made for a really nice week. Everyone in our department is in good moods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started school last week, and have been getting into the swing of doing homework. I was a big slacker in high school, so I am not sure that I ever did homework regularly. Despite this, I'm enjoying it a bit. I started with an English class, which I love. The teacher seems really cool, and I find being one of the few who answers questions during class discussions. Now I need to conquer homework!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112870337801521973?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112870337801521973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112870337801521973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112870337801521973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112870337801521973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/10/work-and-school.html' title='Work and School'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112771232967771083</id><published>2005-09-25T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:25:29.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The jury's still out on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.compfused.com/directlink/615/"&gt;this one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm not quite sure how I feel about remakes like this... of course, it helps I like the original song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112771232967771083?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112771232967771083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112771232967771083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112771232967771083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112771232967771083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112742306595980324</id><published>2005-09-22T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:04:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Civic Duties</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Another interesting individual was brought to my attention by a coworker.  We go to water aerobics together, and it seems one of the instructors was running for mayor!!  We were surprised, but felt like he was a pretty good guy with a great attitude, so we both decided to vote for him in the primaries.  Of course, in a biggish city with a few unknown names on the ballot, he didn’t have a landslide, but he did have a nice 4% going for him.  Nothing to sneeze at! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112742306595980324?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112742306595980324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112742306595980324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112742306595980324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112742306595980324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/civic-duties.html' title='Civic Duties'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112742299930648017</id><published>2005-09-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:04:50.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever notice how the weird people seem to come out at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;While leaving to go register for school, I missed the first bus and ended up waiting about 20 or so minutes for the next. While I was standing there, I was just getting ready to put on headphones (the best way to have people not approach you) when this older guy using a walker came over and started talking to me. It is usually easy to deflect someone, however if you’re waiting somewhere at the same place it’s much harder to just stand there and expect them to leave you alone. Also, this guy had a walker, and you never want to be mean about having someone not talk to you when they’re so obviously making an effort to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me his “business card” which was really a slip of paper cut out in a rectangular shape. His name is (and I make up a lot of names for the internet but I’m not making this one up) Mr. Punch. It listed spirit beads and spirit healing among other random things he specialized in below his name. He told me right away that he hoped I’d get in touch with him, which I tried hard not to roll my eyes at. He started telling me about a big car accident he had, and showed me a row of deep scars across his head to back up his story. That lead to stories of “spirit healing” and told me about the spirit beads he sold, and the healing table he bought for his work (he wasn’t very specific about what precisely his work was, though). I tried to be distanced and not ask very detailed questions, but he plowed right on.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he pulled out a balloon that he inflated and made into a poodle shape. I wasn’t expecting THAT, and it’s much harder to turn down than conversation. I was very glad when his bus arrived and he left. The fact that I had been talking to him seemed to deflect a lot of other would-be weirdos from bothering me after he left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112742299930648017?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112742299930648017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112742299930648017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112742299930648017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112742299930648017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/weird-people.html' title='Weird People'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112733643723355847</id><published>2005-09-21T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:01:00.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’ve been eating the weirdest things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite has been red potatoes, microwaved into baked potatoes, prepared simply with butter and salt &amp;amp; pepper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My fruit intake has been craving bananas lately, which I seem to like only once in a while. I like ‘em cut into coins, and eaten with a toothpick. They go nicely with chocolate, and yesterday I ordered a peanut butter banana sandwich for our lunch meeting. Truly divine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the processed food genre, I craved cheap pot pies. Not quite so divine, but pretty nice on a grey evening in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112733643723355847?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112733643723355847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112733643723355847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112733643723355847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112733643723355847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/eating.html' title='Eating'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112733638749900228</id><published>2005-09-20T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:59:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Goin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve finally registered for school.  College, I mean, and it’s the first time I’ve taken that jump.  I’ve attempted it, but have weird anxiety attacks when I try to register.  This surprises me because there’s not a lot of normal things in the world that especially frighten me, aside from the normal “talking in front of large groups of people,” spiders and velocoraptors (which my rational mind knows don’t exist). &lt;br /&gt;Last spring I attempted to register for school five times.  On my third try, I tremblingly made it successfully past the English Only placement test (none of this eeking through the math portion on my first try), and then went home without registering.  That was the closest I came. &lt;br /&gt;I have been inspired and challenged by my two closest friends, and persuaded myself that this isn’t that tough, millions or more do this all the time.  I did all the online looking, and decided to not mess with financial aid this time around, just dip a toe in and take ONE FREAKING CLASS!  &lt;br /&gt;The college by my house fills up quickly, but there’s another one that is fairly convenient, and my uncle happens to work there.  I called him to ask a question about it, and he immediately offered to meet up with me and help me get everything in order. &lt;br /&gt;I met him at the campus on Monday and he took me into the right office we needed.  I had a big wave of panic and wanted to turn right around and leave, but he immediately found the right form I needed, and I settled down to fill it out.  When we got to the part where new students are supposed to meet with an advisor, he said that he would just sign as my advisor and I didn’t have to meet with anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;I registered at one window, then paid at another, and that was that!  I start in a week!  No time like the present, right?  Despite it being so easy, I spent the remainder of the afternoon with a twisty stomach and went home to sleep for a couple hours.  Other than that, I’m really looking forward to the class itself, and hopefully the registering process will become easier for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112733638749900228?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112733638749900228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112733638749900228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112733638749900228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112733638749900228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/school-goin.html' title='School Goin&apos;'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112698167136993821</id><published>2005-09-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:27:51.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://catsinsinks.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; is awesome and I am entireley amused by it.  The fun never ends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112698167136993821?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112698167136993821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112698167136993821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112698167136993821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112698167136993821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-weakness.html' title='New Weakness'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112697608050179457</id><published>2005-09-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T09:54:40.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9339590/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; is one of those things you don't expect to see as a mainstream news report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I always wonder what class prerequisites would be for something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112697608050179457?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112697608050179457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112697608050179457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112697608050179457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112697608050179457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112690454116344333</id><published>2005-09-16T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:02:21.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Side of the Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I've been kinda grumpy at work today. I had a discussion with a bunch of coworkers about archiving, and the [poor] decisions my boss has made regarding our cataloguing of items. We can't have five or six different places to look for any one thing, for EACH YEAR! It is senseless, and she doesn't pay attention when I tell her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Then I was cranky about something else. It bothers me to feel this way because it's against my nature to let this stuff make me angry. It's so much easier when I am not the boss, to just ignore it and let it be someone else's problem, but these just hit a nerve, probably because I'll end up being the one to fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;At lunch I found out that she's hired someone for the position that she fired someone from a month ago (the one while I was on vacation). When I've seen her in passing, she tells me she's been interviewing people, and she has a few more people to call. I've not asked her, she volunteers that there are some candidates she's interested in. Then I find out TODAY she already offered someone the job on Monday. And they accepted it. And she keeps telling me (again this is voluntarily, without me mentioning it) that she's still looking for someone. Why would she do this!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My day was much better after I had an awesome phone call while covering the front desk. Then I was read News of the Weird (I'll include an excerpt at the end...), which always makes me laugh. I have to work at ON tonight, which will make for a long night. It's easier to take knowing that: a) I can sleep in tomorrow b) I don't have to work there after next week c) it doesn't require much effort to excel while working there; I don't have to be anyone's boss, or make sure things don't slip through the cracks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Now for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uexpress.com/newsoftheweird/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;News of the weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt; Excerpt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Rudeness has become so prevalent in Japan, according to a May dispatch from Tokyo in The Times of London, that the Tokyo Metropolitan Government has convened its commission on complaints, whose translated official name is the Study Group Relating to the Prevention of Behavior That Causes Discomfort Among Numerous People in Public Places. Among the public habits bothering various complainers are putting on makeup, sitting on the floor, uninhibitedly reading pornographic magazines, wearing strong perfume and ("unexpectedly," said the Times) "using an umbrella to practice golf swings." [The Times (London), 5-7-05] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112690454116344333?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112690454116344333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112690454116344333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112690454116344333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112690454116344333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong Side of the Bed'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112663525188283134</id><published>2005-09-15T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:21:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Chair in Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1172/394/1600/IMPORTANT%20SAFETY%20INSTRUCTIONS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1172/394/400/IMPORTANT%20SAFETY%20INSTRUCTIONS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is why I like my job.  Amusing stuff that doesn't seem funny until you stop and read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This came with 6 chairs I put together. At the bottom where it's cut off it says "Thank you for purchasing this quality merchandise."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112663525188283134?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112663525188283134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112663525188283134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112663525188283134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112663525188283134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/keep-chair-in-order.html' title='Keep Chair in Order'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112676432200596778</id><published>2005-09-14T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:05:22.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watched a screening of "Lord of War" today. I was the LAST person they gave a seat to; they turned away all the people in line behind me. The remaining seat was between two older men who both seemed to have mental problems. One was quite large and took all of the arm and a lot of the air space by me. He sang along with most of the songs, which, despite his singing, made up a very good counteract. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicholas Cage played the part with the right amount of cool detachment one would expect from an arms dealer. The emotion kept at an arms distance was almost terrifying to think about, and the decisions he made to remain just outside the boundaries of humanity seemed so close to rational thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I liked this movie. The violence was not refined or glorified. The cinematography was awesome. The scenes in Africa made me want to sweep that continent into a clean slate, removing its history of violence. One would think a fresh start would help, but I can't imagine at this point anything would stop what's been put in motion for so many centuries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't recommend it for the faint of heart (ie: I don't recommend this to my mom). You're definitely in for something to think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112676432200596778?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112676432200596778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112676432200596778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112676432200596778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112676432200596778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/lord-of-war.html' title='Lord of War'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112674374086945240</id><published>2005-09-14T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:23:03.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was an hour late to work today. I had a very intense dream that left me exhausted and when I woke up it was five after eight.  I'm supposed to be at work by eight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today seems to be the day when I add "E" to the end of "Illinois." Also, I never really need to write out that states name, and seemingly every tax return today required a return for that great state. Lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am going to a movie screening tonight. I have been wanting to go to more of those, but my schedule just hasn't worked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112674374086945240?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112674374086945240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112674374086945240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112674374086945240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112674374086945240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/weak-wednesday.html' title='Weak Wednesday'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112667134552220353</id><published>2005-09-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:15:45.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a beautiful evening! &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is turning fall, and is very beautiful. I like it when the air has a bite to it, and I can walk around comfortably in a sweater. I tend to be very warm bodied, so cooler temperatures agree with me better. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oddly enough, fall is not my favorite season, and I tend to get weird looks whenever I say it. It's nice enough, and I believe in enjoying everything you can at the time you have it, though I find it much harder to do that during the summer and fall. I do like the darkening of the sky earlier in the day, and it seems like the sunsets get more magnificent as the winter comes earlier. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I worked until 7:15 tonight. I wasn't terribly busy, in fact I got a few chairs put together, but was waiting around for some accountants to wrap up some "emergency" tax returns. Hopefully I won't end up hand-holding for a few accountants tomorrow, but some of them will need it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a conversation with a friend about how coworkers are smart, but aren't necessarily intellectual. There is a fairly noticeable difference, when you stop to think about it. I see this in a lot of different ways that generally involve simple word-play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112667134552220353?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112667134552220353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112667134552220353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112667134552220353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112667134552220353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112664414904684616</id><published>2005-09-13T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T13:42:29.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Beatles White Album Disc 1, "I'm So Tired." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The 1st Disc on the White Album and Abbey Road have been awesome for the last week.  Just the right moods are displayed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112664414904684616?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112664414904684616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112664414904684616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112664414904684616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112664414904684616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/todays-song.html' title='Today&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112656492795848206</id><published>2005-09-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:42:07.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a tax deadline on Thursday. I also have about 80 tax returns somewhere in office limbo. I'm concerned. This may mean a coupla late nights, or it may mean irate clients, or it may just smooth out on it's own. I'm guessing the first option will happen. I have had them trickle in, but even so, doing 8 tax returns a day is not reassuring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112656492795848206?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112656492795848206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112656492795848206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112656492795848206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112656492795848206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-around.html' title='Work Around'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112654316928723418</id><published>2005-09-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:39:29.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My coworker says you know you've arrived if people take you for granted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112654316928723418?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112654316928723418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112654316928723418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112654316928723418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112654316928723418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112615624203614294</id><published>2005-09-07T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:10:42.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;It's almost fall, (or rather, fall is upon us) and that means it will turn grey in the Pacific NW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect time to pull out your colorful clothing and stand out! My yellow raincoat will return; my green pants will be worn frequently; my Paraguay Shoes* will dance through the rain puddles; my hats will see the town again while my scarves swing along. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also means I will drink apple cider and hot chocolate. I will read more often, especially if my school plan works. Time for plumping up, as hot desserts make the days delightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the itch to rearrange, which means I'd better move quickly before it becomes too difficult to be indoors with extra stuff! I love how organized I feel after moving things around and putting things into their new, better places. It is amazing how many things I find to get rid of, and the way old furniture seems to strut in its new place that is much more becoming. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah!  Settling in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My Paraguay Shoes are Old Style Adidias that I bought when I was in Paraguay.  They are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;turquoise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with yellow stripes.  Very bright, and I always feel like dancing around when I wear them.  Too bad I don't know how to breakdance or I'd do that in 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112615624203614294?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112615624203614294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112615624203614294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112615624203614294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112615624203614294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/color.html' title='Color'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112615561541904309</id><published>2005-09-07T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:00:15.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best thing while washing dishes&lt;/span&gt;:  Making Soap Bubbles.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You can do them with your hands and make biggish ones, or you can work it just right with the bottle of soap and do hundreds of tiny little ones. Perfect!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best music to listen to while washing dishes&lt;/span&gt;:  Dark Side of the Moon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Especially if you've heard it while watching the Wizard of Oz, you can picture the scenes how they line up to go along with the music. I love it. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best way to get your dishes finished quickly&lt;/span&gt;: Remember that you have a dishwasher. Even though I prefer hand-washing things, this IS much faster, at least on my end of the deal...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best thing to eat when you're finished&lt;/span&gt;: ANYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have I mentioned how much I enjoy food? Usually breakfast food since it's really easy to cook and hard to make taste terrible.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112615561541904309?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112615561541904309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112615561541904309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112615561541904309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112615561541904309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/chores.html' title='Chores'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112586146836020416</id><published>2005-09-04T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:48:23.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework Avoidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I've spent the morning looking at Katrina reports and images, picturing how my life would be if I were involved in a catastrophe aftermath. I am appalled at the way things have gone amuck there, and some part of me feels I could organize that, and be effective.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Also this morning, I have not done any housework, despite several signs that I need to. I showered, picked an outfit for the BBQ I'm going to today, changed it. Read more internet. Ate crackers and cereal in bed (part of my house cleaning will have to remedy the crumbs. D'oh). Went to the coffee shop for what might be my last mocha in a while, or until my birthday... or maybe just until tomorrow. I'm down to decaf at least.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;While waiting in line, a dog that belonged to the guy in line behind me came running up, specifically to me. I'm not especially dog friendly, and every dog realizes that and tries to convert me. I said "Hi Pup," left it at that, and then the owner of Friendly Dog told me how good my shampoo smells. That is something that always takes me off guard. I have a coworker who would always tell me that. She said she would walk behind me and lean forward and breath it in. This mornings incident reminded me of said coworker, who, incidentally, was fired while I was on vacation last week (My boss is famous for hiring &amp; firing people while I'm on vacation. As a result, I don't take vacations very often, which is why I have so many vacation hours saved up.). I haven't had the chance to talk to her since then, and the circumstances are very awkward, that I don't know how to get in touch with her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Another thing about this coffee shop. It is my favorite, and I enjoy spending time there, which usually means I buy coffee from them when I am hanging out. Friday night I took my brother &amp; his wife there before we headed out to visit my mom and her new husband. They also really liked the coffee shop, and have long had a goal to open one up as a small mission field of their own. They liked it, and were fascinated by the crepe making, despite the fact that my sister-in-law can't have crepes (she's allergic to Gluten, which is in practically everything). We discussed different coffee shops, and how each would translate into pieces of their own future store. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love hanging out with them and enjoy bouncing ideas off them. They are considering moving back here from Hawaii, which I'm very excited about! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Off to take out some trash and scrub some dishes.  Or maybe I can do it tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112586146836020416?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112586146836020416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112586146836020416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112586146836020416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112586146836020416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/housework-avoidance.html' title='Housework Avoidance'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112586318798498379</id><published>2005-09-04T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:49:12.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday night I went with my brother (Uncle Fatso) and his wife to visit my mom and her new husband. It was such a good time visiting for everyone. While I'm relatively at ease with having a "step," Uncle Fatso seems a bit unsure, and I think this visit was good for some more one on one time with my mom and her husband as a couple. (I think I've had a little head start, since I've had more opportunities to spend time with Mr. S than any of my other siblings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My moms husband is a chef. He has taught culinary arts at a technical college for the past 18 years, and before that he was head chef in some big hotels in Las Vegas, and other elite places. I'm sure I've mentioned before that he does catering, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He made dinner for us, and wasn't your average dinner. One thing that I heard him say to my mom which made me laugh was, "Honey, do you know where my rice mold is?" As in the thing you put rice in once it's been cooked to make it into a fancy shape on your plate. He made do, and used a measuring cup, I think. We had saffron rice, green beans &amp; mushrooms sauteed in an amazing combination of herbs, and fillet mignon medallions with a rich tarragon sauce over all of it. My mom forgot to put steak knives on the table when she set it, and we were able to use our butter knives to cut the fillet mignon. It was SO moist and tender and just delightful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After dinner, they didn't really have anything planned for dessert, so Mr. S whipped up some ice cream, but served in a parfait style, with chocolate sauce, creme d'menthe, berries and fresh whipped cream. I foresee any family gatherings contributing negatively to my figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The visiting was great, and we enjoyed looking at wedding pictures, and joking about wedding presents. My mom's favorites were some "planters" from kids denim jeans and overalls, painted stiffly to hold form of some invisible child sitting. Where do people come up with these ideas?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Saturday I had a great time visiting with my brother, his wife and her family. Uncle Fatso and I spent the day decorating our sisters house for when she returns from the honeymoon. Then we headed over to my sister-in-law's moms house for dinner. It is always a bit odd to be the outsider, but their family was warm and welcoming, and I remembered most of them from the wedding two years ago. Her cousin is a model, and after dinner we watched the dvd of a commercial he was in for Nestle (Canadian TV only, though). I also enjoyed conversations with her aunts and I liked listening to the old stories of people I don't know. It was a very nice, homey evening. Probably the last chance to see them until I see them at Thanksgiving (if I go to Hawaii... I'm dragging my feet...). Hopefully they'll move "home" soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112586318798498379?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112586318798498379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112586318798498379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112586318798498379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112586318798498379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/family-times.html' title='Family Times'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112568523643543414</id><published>2005-09-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:20:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release From Limbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;My youngest sister has been in Army Limbo since the beginning of January.&lt;br /&gt;She completed boot camp at Christmas time, and went back to a processing center to complete one final Physical Training test. Her hips were giving her problems, which were looked at and tested and scanned and so forth, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;The place she was being held seems quite awful. No privileges. Everything above mere necessity is contraband, including shampoo or body wash with scents. If one person messes up, the whole group gets in trouble (and most of the "troublemakers" don't really care if they cause problems for everyone else. In the nine months, they've gotten in trouble for numerous AWOLs, and at least one suicide attempt). One time all of their reading and writing materials were taken away. She hasn't been out of her living or working quarters except for a monthly trip to the PX.&lt;br /&gt;These nine months have seemed very harsh to all of us for this sister. She is very small and one yearns to protect her, yet she pushes through and manages to stay cheerful every time she talks to us. In one of their vocational counseling sessions they asked how people deal with stress. She said she likes to write letters and cuddle. Army material.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't say she's gotten "Fat" because of the army food, she says she's gotten "Fluffy." She says the girls are nice to her, even though she's white. She says the Drill sergeants don't know what to make of her, and I'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;We've had very random phone time with her, due to the time difference. I get calls on Tuesday around 9:30 while I'm at work. I've gotten a rare Saturday phone call here and there. I feel terrible because I can't talk at work, or can't hear her because the pay phones are so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;All this to complain about and she doesn't. She remains bright and cheery. She doesn't think about how bad it is, she thinks about the good things. She's missed the weddings for my mom and sister, her birthday, and various other occasions, still remaining hopeful and looking forward to when she'll be able to greet us in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today a breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I had a voicemail from her saying she had finally passed her PT test! She didn't say it with the exclamation mark, she said it quietly and "I just wanted to let you know I passed." At last she can go on to the next phase, and do the things she's looked forward to, and be part of a team that isn't destructive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for her, despite wanting to tuck her under my small sisterly wing and keep her safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112568523643543414?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112568523643543414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112568523643543414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112568523643543414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112568523643543414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/release-from-limbo.html' title='Release From Limbo'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10328857.post-112568147759411620</id><published>2005-09-02T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:21:07.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I had a brilliant idea to send Travis a pizza for his birthday. Much better than flowers for a guy, you know? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I set it up around my lunch time, figuring that would be a good time for him, especially considering a slight time difference. I didn't count on the fact that he's in his sleep-all-the-time phase. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pizza guy inadvertantly woke him up, so Grumpy, less than his usual cheerful self, told him off and sent him away, without leaving the pizza. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Pizza. Woken up earlier than necessary Grumpy. Confused pizza people. Not good things for a Birthday Grump!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ended up calling the pizza people and they re-sent it a little later. They were very unsure what happened, and couldn't figure out if they had the wrong house or what went wrong. They sent the order back out, and Travis was much nicer this time around, finally getting his birthday snack. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10328857-112568147759411620?l=magicformarigold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/feeds/112568147759411620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10328857&amp;postID=112568147759411620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112568147759411620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10328857/posts/default/112568147759411620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicformarigold.blogspot.com/2005/09/backfire.html' title='Backfire'/><author><name>Marigold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07168581588847470423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yr837bDdvBU/S0ZWfSJUdeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/KoH4JTSrL2s/S220/sun+2009+august.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
