<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160</id><updated>2011-10-26T16:34:48.449-07:00</updated><category term='borderline'/><category term='snowy'/><category term='fun'/><category term='winter'/><category term='spicy'/><category term='Flaming Lips'/><category term='book'/><category term='food'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>BE IN IT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-3821554708269972559</id><published>2011-10-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:34:48.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spicy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Snowy Manitou Day,Spicy Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I woke up this morning to a white wintery sprinkles of snowy goodness, It never gets old or tiresome. I'm actually a little revealed as it has been a long summer of running around learning a new menu and restaurant, and trying to find my way around a Labyrinth of a hotel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine a plethora of information coming at you from many different directions...it seemed so familiar and so foreign at the same time. well now that the excitement of summer is over. I'm more than happy to snuggled up reading my new book."The lost Recipe for Happiness" written by a local Colorado author Barbra O'neal.One word that I can describe this book it's  warm and spicy. Just as any Southwest, Spain inspired art should be. The end of the first two chapters I found my self in the kitchen making blueberry muffins. My new friend the pup Omar like to keep me company. He's so polite too it's so funny. He does his best not to beg until he just get to that point something falls on the floor it's like he looks at you and ask your permission . It's very cute when he does that. The book also got me thinking positively, about the places the experiences of my this life I have, somewhat by fate...somewhat by choice. The rareness of creative naturals and being patient with your self even when the world wants to kick you out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-3821554708269972559?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/3821554708269972559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/snowy-manitou-dayspicy-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/3821554708269972559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/3821554708269972559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/snowy-manitou-dayspicy-novel.html' title='Snowy Manitou Day,Spicy Novel'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-7330049972601196070</id><published>2011-10-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:03:45.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slow Opening Door</title><content type='html'>Today is a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;How did I forget?&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;Most certainly&lt;br /&gt;I fully admit it now.&lt;br /&gt;I was torn&lt;br /&gt;Running against&lt;br /&gt;A vicarious cloud&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered&lt;br /&gt;A dream I had&lt;br /&gt;Of the changing weather&lt;br /&gt;The joy&lt;br /&gt;That followed with it.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering to not&lt;br /&gt;Loose my memories&lt;br /&gt;Mostly the great ones&lt;br /&gt;Warmth and beauty of rest.&lt;br /&gt;and having to apologize for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-7330049972601196070?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/7330049972601196070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/stupid-pizza-me-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/7330049972601196070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/7330049972601196070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/stupid-pizza-me-i.html' title='The Slow Opening Door'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-6895694872214047826</id><published>2011-10-16T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:47:01.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>light turned off&lt;br /&gt;happy now?&lt;br /&gt;The the buzz&lt;br /&gt;The sweat&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;The lightening bugs&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;introduced me to&lt;br /&gt;It's magic&lt;br /&gt;the sway&lt;br /&gt;Of the wind&lt;br /&gt;and the loud electricity?&lt;br /&gt;waiting as patiently&lt;br /&gt;as possible&lt;br /&gt;I work with the reckless letter&lt;br /&gt;and the symbol of WE&lt;br /&gt;love found&lt;br /&gt;like a salt and sand&lt;br /&gt;of a memory&lt;br /&gt;heart beat&lt;br /&gt;and the beating&lt;br /&gt;drum&lt;br /&gt;singing and picking&lt;br /&gt;out what you see&lt;br /&gt;I dance to the independence&lt;br /&gt;I sing to&lt;br /&gt;the sweetness&lt;br /&gt;of home and remembreing&lt;br /&gt;the braveness&lt;br /&gt;of your own&lt;br /&gt;dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-6895694872214047826?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/6895694872214047826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/light-turned-off-happy-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/6895694872214047826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/6895694872214047826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/light-turned-off-happy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-7951856322935266326</id><published>2011-10-07T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:13:23.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Top of the Mountain</title><content type='html'>It feels like years&lt;br /&gt;since I even felt like doing this&lt;br /&gt;writing what is I feel&lt;br /&gt;with out the plethora&lt;br /&gt;of tears and joy that&lt;br /&gt;have gone in to&lt;br /&gt;each adventure and journey&lt;br /&gt;to find energy&lt;br /&gt;where you would&lt;br /&gt;least expect it&lt;br /&gt;new forms&lt;br /&gt;and less excuses&lt;br /&gt;the snow&lt;br /&gt;is forming&lt;br /&gt;from the top&lt;br /&gt;of pikes peak already&lt;br /&gt;and as much as I enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;it is also haunting&lt;br /&gt;and just when I&lt;br /&gt;was getting used to reality&lt;br /&gt;the people&lt;br /&gt;I usually trust most&lt;br /&gt;believe in there dreams&lt;br /&gt;no matter how small&lt;br /&gt;or big they are&lt;br /&gt;no matter how near&lt;br /&gt;or far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-7951856322935266326?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/7951856322935266326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-top-of-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/7951856322935266326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/7951856322935266326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2011/10/at-top-of-mountain.html' title='At the Top of the Mountain'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-5693557773860107768</id><published>2010-03-08T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:32:15.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the people I love you know who you are!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think that one of the most beautiful songs ever written Is Halleluljah by Lenord Cohen My favorite version is by the late Jeff Buckley, Ruffas Wreinright's verison is lovely at well. It's such a powerful song a song of love and heartbreak all at once. Once I thought that only artisits felt as such and as I grow older I realize that we are all in and out of love. That life is love and pain and unfortunately some of us feel more pain than than love and I think that is the only true tragedy. I'm back in the the small town that I grew up in and the memories here haven't been excatly great but what my other option to dwell in them and let them defeat me no thankyou. I've had about enough of that in my life. I still have good wine and good friends my heart is healing it'll be better any day now. Till then my I-pod and the lake keep me compnay and the artisits and travelers I meet along the way. Thank God for sad songs really and truely I never realized how much I could relate to sad song blues till now. I guess underneath a optimist there lies a person with hurt they were putting off and underneath an optmistic lies joy they have been putting off. So it goes the cycle of life. It dawned on me today that I'm trunning 30 next week and I say bring it on next decade what have you got for me? My 20's were lovely and sad some people say that makes me bipolar I just think that makes me human. Me and any other peron who's 20's were lovely and sad and any one that is just tryin to find their light and their way through a world that is sometimes doubtfull, thats when I think of how many people that I love and has loved in return and It give me peace it makes my heart full. I think of camping in the redwood with the four best people of my life, I think of summer swiming and fish tacos, poker, and Mochi. I think of multipule bolltes of red wine with roomantes, looking for and extended family. I think of Thanksgiving in Vegas after work a bunch of us randoms from all over the country eating and sharing after a long day of serving. I think of watching a tv show with someone that lost someone as well as I and getting comfort out of it and healing and letting go. I think that this train is pretty great... God and the great above, the river and the deep valley has been good to me I don't give them enough credit. I've been able to sing on top of a moutian and see my refelction in the rain water of crater. I've eaten oysters right out of the ocean and chattered with the fisherman but It wouldn't have meant anything were not shared with some one that I loved. Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-5693557773860107768?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/5693557773860107768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2010/03/giving-credit-to-those-who-deserve-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/5693557773860107768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/5693557773860107768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2010/03/giving-credit-to-those-who-deserve-it.html' title='for the people I love you know who you are!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-6428784503059089624</id><published>2010-01-07T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:33:37.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts on a blank page</title><content type='html'>I fear a blank page,&lt;br /&gt; for  it's vastness&lt;br /&gt; it's inability to communicate,&lt;br /&gt;and yet&lt;br /&gt; I apprciate it's freshness,&lt;br /&gt;It's clean lines.&lt;br /&gt;for if there&lt;br /&gt;was no white&lt;br /&gt;could there be a&lt;br /&gt;yellow, a purple, a blue or a green?&lt;br /&gt;if there was no black&lt;br /&gt;could Van Gogh find his&lt;br /&gt;starry night?&lt;br /&gt;I give a thought&lt;br /&gt;to the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;and the sunset&lt;br /&gt;beacause it keeps me&lt;br /&gt;dreaming&lt;br /&gt;awake and aware&lt;br /&gt;thankfull for the&lt;br /&gt;the blank page that I fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-6428784503059089624?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/6428784503059089624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-thoughts-on-blank-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/6428784503059089624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/6428784503059089624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-thoughts-on-blank-page.html' title='My thoughts on a blank page'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-315624573185995318</id><published>2009-12-29T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:58:29.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a note for 2010</title><content type='html'>As a new decade greets I say so long to 2009 with a bitter sweetness that I still can't quite understand but maybe we aren't meant to understand everything because if you did where would there be room to grow? I look forward to 2010 with a open heart, I look forwad to new adventures, slowing down, music new a old, red wine, coffee shops some things never change. well maybe besides the slowing down part but what does that really mean anway. I guess it means what ever it means to you. For me it means to never ever ever take the people I love forgranted. It happens to the best of us we get caught up in every day life with work with projects. We all get caught up in things wer're doing and sometimes I think it kills the love. For the lovers out there especially if your a couple I challenge you to put the cell phones and computers away for one night a week and just be together of go on a date, talk to eachother and remember that when you fall it's always nice to have a soft place to land. Here is to 2010 may you be more sweet than bitter and full of love and music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-315624573185995318?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/315624573185995318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/315624573185995318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/315624573185995318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/12/note-for-2010.html' title='a note for 2010'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-5927463332286899505</id><published>2009-12-25T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:00:57.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holdays with love!</title><content type='html'>I'm blessed to be in a house full of kids, being with family new and old and for having the best friends and girl could have in 2009. It has not been an easy an easy year but I believe we have to go through situations in life to allow us to slow down and realize what is important. Everyday is a gift so you should treat it like one with respect. I'm thankful for a white Christmas even though I spent 12hrs at the airport. It wasn't a bad day though just tiring It took me a whole day to recover. I listened to my I pod most of the day walked around the airport and people watched. I stopped in at the Belgium cafe and sampled some Fat tire Belgium wit beer and chatted with weary passengers as we all seemed to be in the same boat exhausted. It made be think we do some pretty strange stuff to be with those that we love. My Dad and step mom risked life and limb to pick me up at the Denver Airport, people standing in line for hours and hours, and those snuggled up to to the not so soft armchair but in the end we all end up home to where ever that may be. I'm thrilled for the new adventures of 2010 I hope that you all have a safe and happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-5927463332286899505?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/5927463332286899505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holdays-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/5927463332286899505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/5927463332286899505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holdays-with-love.html' title='Happy Holdays with love!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-3967261467982594655</id><published>2009-10-29T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:12:46.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update</title><content type='html'>Life directs you down many paths, the last coupple have month have been quite cloudy and I'm finally feeling like the storms have subsided. Am I where I thought I would be at 29 and a half  no no way but I will take these experiences and put them in my pocket and save them up for a more inspirational day. I don't nessisarly like being a waitress but it's led me to some great people and great musicans and artists. I mean even in a bad economy people still have to eat right? So even though I travel down this unclear path I find that even in the most unexpected places you can find a bit of what ever it is you are looking for. I think most of us are just looking for a bit of peace and understanding. I find it in coffee shops and walks by the water. Amazingly enough my favorite coffee shop in Havasu, Java Rush has survived the economy. Now if only I can only get them to let me host an open mic night. By golly I will bring a bit of culture to this ghost of a town if it's the last thing I do lol!  I'm trying  not too think to hard about the fall that I'm missing back east but I take heart in the fact that it happens every year. So any how be well to yourselves and others today.&lt;br /&gt;much love,&lt;br /&gt;pgg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-3967261467982594655?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/3967261467982594655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/3967261467982594655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/3967261467982594655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-update.html' title='just an update'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-8228998965191900590</id><published>2009-08-29T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:09:51.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: Kissed someone on your friends list?: TrueQ: Been arrested?: FalseQ: Do you like someone? trueQ: Held a snake?: TrueQ: Been suspended from school?: FalseQ: Sang karaoke?: TrueQ: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do: TrueQ: Laughed until you started crying? TrueQ: Caught a snowflake on your tongue? trueQ: Kissed in the rain? trueQ: Sang in the shower? TrueQ: Sat on a roof top? TrueQ: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? trueQ: Broken a bone? falseQ: Shaved your head? FalseQ: Played a prank on someone? TrueQ: Shot a gun? falseQ: Donated Blood? trueLAST PERSON1. You hung out with? mom2. You texted? sharon3. You were in a car with? mom4. Went to the movies with? me5. Person you went shopping with? Jeanine6. You talked on the phone? mom7. Made you laugh? Isaella and Geniveve8. You hugged? momANSWER TRUTHFULLY...1. Sun or moon? moon2. Winter or Fall? Fall3. Left or Right? left4. Sunny or rainy? rain 5. Where do you live? where the winds takes me6. Club or pub? pub 7. Are there 1 or 2 people who you can always trust and rely on? Yes!8. Do you want to get married? married yes9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl10. What time is it? 10:32 am11. Are you afraid of commitment? No12. What is your greatest hope/wish? To love and to sing 13. When's the last time you cooked? made Veggie lasange a few day ago14. Current mood? peacefullIN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...1. Kissed someone? no2. Sang? Yes3. Listened to music? Yes4. Danced Crazy? yes5. Cried? yes6. Liked someone you can't have? no25 FIRSTS .....1. Who was your first prom date? Jason2. Who was your first roommate? Rachel4. What was your first job? Noah's landing preschool6. When did you go to your first funeral and viewing? my greatgrandma Riggins7. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Alvord?9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? Oregon10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time? High school 11. Who was your first best friend? Abby, Laura, Kristi 12. Who was your first Best Friend in high school? Jason13. Where was your first sleepover? Kristi's14. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? Sharon, Jeanine, mom,tiff,jason,dad15. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a Bridesmaid or groomsman? Jason.16. What's the first thing you did when you got up this morning? coffee17. What was the first concert you went to? Johnny Lang.18. What was the last concert you went to? Sharon Little!19. First tattoo or piercing? Ears. 20. First celebrity crush? Tom Cruise21. Current celebrity crush? Jeff tweddy a little bit (grin)22. First crush? Jason23. Current crush????????????? crushing hurts lately lol24. First real date? Movies25. First time you tied your shoe laces? with my grandfatherFive names you go by:1. Lindsay2. Linz3. Peace gypsy girl4. pgg5. Lindsay louThree things you are wearing right now:1. gypsy gear2. red wood bracelt3. undiesThree things you want very badly at the moment:I don't know about VERY badly but somethings I look forward to are:1. Sing for my supper2. true love3. travelThree people who will probably fill this out:1. Kristi2. Tiffany3. JamesTwo things you did last night:1. watched a movie2. facebookTwo things you ate today:1. coffee2. peanutbutter and bagels!Two people you last talked to on the phone:1. Jeanine2. MomThree things you are going to do tomorrow:1. see about chillies app process2. Dr appt3. read, sing, paintTwo longest car rides:1. california to Philladelphia2. twice!Favorite beverages besides water:1. Lavender tea2. Coffee3. red wine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-8228998965191900590?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/8228998965191900590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/kissed-someone-on-your-friends-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8228998965191900590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8228998965191900590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/kissed-someone-on-your-friends-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-3568478102651016748</id><published>2009-08-27T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:03:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ride on a gypsy song</title><content type='html'>get all this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stirrin in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you got a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;box car for a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ride along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a gypsy song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy you better ride on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this road is too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for them and you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll get on outta here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what there is to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm gonna ride on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gypsy song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-3568478102651016748?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/3568478102651016748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/ride-on-gypsy-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/3568478102651016748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/3568478102651016748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/ride-on-gypsy-song.html' title='ride on a gypsy song'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-1805562782592921064</id><published>2009-08-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:17:15.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>few bumps in the road</title><content type='html'>Alot of the time care too much live to much but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being me just beacause I hit a few bumbs in the road. I finally feel like the old me is back again. It's sort of hard being a gypsy though when you feel like your stuck in one place. I keep reminding myself hold on it's only for a while.... slow down... be in the moment be honest with yourself and others. Part of me sort of wishes I could just be sort of angry about the situation but I just can't be because In the end I know it all works out! It doesn't validate bad behavior though do I forgive yes in time everything heals because holding on to emptiness only hurts yourself. I think it helps if you give a little everyday to an act of love it creates grows and moves the healing process along. It has been difficult to open my heart again after this but I have and It feel good to be there again. I'm not forgetting all the good things that came of a hard situation being more healthy, new best friends, new places, and adventures.  Hopefully someday all of this will go in to creating a good blues record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-1805562782592921064?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/1805562782592921064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-bumps-in-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/1805562782592921064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/1805562782592921064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-bumps-in-road.html' title='few bumps in the road'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-8403075099069323878</id><published>2009-08-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:16:53.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost and found</title><content type='html'>I have lost&lt;br /&gt; found myself a million times&lt;br /&gt; tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to feel free again&lt;br /&gt; I can taste love on my lips like&lt;br /&gt; wine on a summer's night&lt;br /&gt; I gaze at the nights stars&lt;br /&gt; with high&lt;br /&gt;hopes of one&lt;br /&gt;falling in to my lap&lt;br /&gt;when it happens&lt;br /&gt;words escape me&lt;br /&gt;leaves me&lt;br /&gt;breathless&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;found&lt;br /&gt;again tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-8403075099069323878?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/8403075099069323878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8403075099069323878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8403075099069323878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-and-found.html' title='lost and found'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-5043290895578701920</id><published>2009-08-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:10:22.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dusty water</title><content type='html'>clear unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;sit on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till one of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes up their&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be clear unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-5043290895578701920?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/5043290895578701920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/dusty-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/5043290895578701920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/5043290895578701920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/08/dusty-water.html' title='dusty water'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-28509021060345670</id><published>2009-05-18T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:07:45.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A note to my former self</title><content type='html'>Dear Young one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You and I have been through it all together haven't we. We have walked accross the desert, up mountains and down valleys. As much as I don't want to leave you behind it has come to my attention that you are hindering my growth in to something that I want and need, and Its not that I'm not grateful to your sweet nature I will carry a bit of  your sweetness in a in my pocket always. Its just that the independent woman in me can't move forward with you as a weight on my shoulders, you are simply getting to big. I wont leave you unprotected just set in a different place in my heart. Thank you for teaching me to love, the greatest gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-28509021060345670?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/28509021060345670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-my-former-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/28509021060345670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/28509021060345670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-to-my-former-self.html' title='A note to my former self'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-9177133487792400964</id><published>2009-04-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:08:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nitch between</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm trying to find my nitch between confident and humble and in the moment yet responsible. Where  do you draw the line? Where do you give? When do you receive? I guess it's all just written in some stars some place. Every now and then one or two of them fall in your lap and you just have to be thankful for that time in that moment. Some times the hardest lesson to learn is that you can not find people that do not want to be reached. It is in fact one of the hardest personal lessons that I have had to face in my life on sooo may levels. Maybe that is why I connect with the blues, and the traveling soul sooo much. Through out the Centuries we as a people have gone through some unbelievable death, and some unbelievable life! If you can just take your self to where ever you feel the most happy then maybe you can live forever.  For me it has always been in the form of a harmony or a melody of words that you can't seem to write but just know.  Some times you get inspiration, some times you don't. When you feel like you can't get back to the light then step on the gas to get thorough that tunnel it just might be easier than you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-9177133487792400964?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/9177133487792400964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/04/nitch-between.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/9177133487792400964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/9177133487792400964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/04/nitch-between.html' title='The nitch between'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-4061663875082021654</id><published>2009-04-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:25:21.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>though the tunnel's light</title><content type='html'>Don't give up on me yet babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up all through the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still finding the words to write,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to just be you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart tells the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's going to take time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fill up my glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet  babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when your hurting or afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me yet babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the words to wirte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down through the tunnels light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-4061663875082021654?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/4061663875082021654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/04/though-tunnels-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/4061663875082021654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/4061663875082021654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/04/though-tunnels-light.html' title='though the tunnel&apos;s light'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-1331144883326337403</id><published>2009-04-05T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:28:04.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Venting!</title><content type='html'>My feet are swore and tired  from walking for miles in circles with out stopping till just now. Sunday is my venting day, sometime I think to my self why would anyone serve food?? Sometimes I feel like I'm in a war zone. You dodge people and plates coming at you in all directions and that is where it is safe in the dining area. I mean at least our on the floor you can talk with guest and friends and occasionally find a quiet place to send a text of sip on you coffee. The battle is in the kitchen, managers screaming run food like their life depended on it, hot plates, hot tea, hot coffee, hot lamps as we are dressed head to toe in white blahness. I never did understand having a uniform that shows noooo one figure? I mean really I doo love looking like a marshmallow/painter for a good half of my week.......... NOT! Heaven forbid one of us needs to, I don't know eat, breathe, drink water, use the bathroom with out some one screaming in your ear to run food. I'm so mixed emotioned about the food service industry. It is highly corrput at the same time I have met some of the most amazing people of my life there. It's a certin kind of camaradie we have for each other we can share stories over pints of beer at the local pub after the shit because sometimes home is not close enough. Some times you win some times you lose. I certinally know that to be true. I keep doing it because I know it's not going to be forever. I have a lot of positve things going on right now and even when It seems like the end of the tunnel may never come.....then..... the light peaks though and you realize you have won your own personal battle. We've all got them I think that is why I sing alot at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-1331144883326337403?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/1331144883326337403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-venting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/1331144883326337403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/1331144883326337403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-venting.html' title='Sunday Venting!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-6536639785489201008</id><published>2009-03-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:06:36.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 dollar mandolin</title><content type='html'>4 dollar mandolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh where in the world you've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the white sands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the slight of the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you have no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pickin up where we left off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sittin up there in the loft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored you for such a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you waited for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeter air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  played you with care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt like home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-6536639785489201008?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/6536639785489201008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-dollar-mandolin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/6536639785489201008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/6536639785489201008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-dollar-mandolin.html' title='4 dollar mandolin'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-3380381507123122669</id><published>2009-03-27T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:47:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Cargo</title><content type='html'>She sits with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the front porch smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the laughing rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if to speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puddles collecting water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drowning golden beneath the grain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one left to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling just to make it work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how my heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this feelin all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say too much wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll take the byways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white lighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lighting the sky ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring new life to the desperate Fargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping precious Cargo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-3380381507123122669?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/3380381507123122669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/precious-cargo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Wayne lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=54716042"&gt;Flaming Lips with Stardeath and White Dwarfs - Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54716042,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54716042,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-1443430540629397462?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/1443430540629397462/comments/default' 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have a confession.....</title><content type='html'>I like to ease drop on the crowd around me... there I said it I'm glad I got that off my chest (just kidding). I'm not ashamed about it.I don't do not because I'm nosy I just like to hear about the  adventures people have. I was getting food at The Grog tonight and this guy was telling a story about his road trip to Nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt; to see James Taylor and Carly Simon play together. I was thinking wow that must have been amazing. I grew up on listening to them. My mom would play James Taylor tunes and we would make cassette tapes to send them to the  grandparents every year as Christmas presents. It was some of my favorite memories I think. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anywhoo&lt;/span&gt; this guy  was like,"So then I see these to hitch hikers on the side of the road and they were a couple of young guys so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; Id see where they were going " It was when hitch hiking was the way to travel. I wish that still was true. Could you imagine all the people you would meet. My dad did it in the 60's he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hitched&lt;/span&gt; hiked his way down from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Roseburg&lt;/span&gt; Oregon, to Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Havasu&lt;/span&gt; City, AZ and met my mom a few months later. I guess you could say I'm grateful he did that and maybe that is why I'm so connected to that drive. It is my favorite drive that as of yet. I like to start in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas pick up my two kindred spirits and drive San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fransico&lt;/span&gt; Bound to the flat of the Red Woods. The next day I like to travel 3 hours north to Santa Rosa to the Russian River &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brewery&lt;/span&gt; and sit and catch up with old souls all night. The next day brings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Humbolt&lt;/span&gt; county with the Avenue of the Giants. When you see these giant beings towering above you think that God is taking to you with the wind, and he just might be. I feel like it is the most sacred place that I have ever been.  They next day you head toward the Ocean to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PCH&lt;/span&gt; its a dangerous and beautiful road windy and long but you would never know it cause all you see and hear is the call of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;seagulls&lt;/span&gt; an the waves crashing on rocks. You might stop in a beach town and buy oysters and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soft shell&lt;/span&gt; crab from a seafood stand for  lunch and wash is all down with a bottle of  2 buck chuck because you already drank the good wine in the red woods the night before. So then you have to stay the night on the beach because the road is windy and the two buck chuck was stronger than you thought it would be. The sun wiped the sleep away from my eyes and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jumped&lt;/span&gt; in the the salty water to revive my skin. I traveled on the wave that took me to the shore and it was happy to be home again to the windy road that led me to Grandma's house. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; feel sort of sad leaving Northern California  leaving behind my redwoods and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PHC&lt;/span&gt;. My grandparents house is a little place on a creek  in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Roseburg&lt;/span&gt; Oregon although we met up with them  in Coos bay which was lovely. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;grandmother&lt;/span&gt; went on a hike with us up a mountain and you could over look the ocean from the top of it. The water was cold I wanted to jump in but it was freezing my bones just looking at it. You can take the girl away from the desert but you cant take the desert out of the girl. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;grandfather&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; at home making his world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; clam chowder it was perfect with some crusty bread and  the sun setting in to night.  I look back to where I've been  and I've come to realize its cool have a story for where ever you go it means you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;connected&lt;/span&gt; to the soul of the world. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Paulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ceolho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-4266336880732897664?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/4266336880732897664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/4266336880732897664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/4266336880732897664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-confession.html' title='I have a confession.....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-8512905469597211742</id><published>2009-03-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:37:26.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dime store theme song</title><content type='html'>we're listenin to the dime store theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;records playin all day long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're groovin to the dime store theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when its right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can't be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're movin  with a diffrent beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;city street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chum playin bass drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're litenin to the dime store them song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get all the work amd get it done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're groovin to the dime store theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta lay in some sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay the toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotta soul and  rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it go with flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seed to sow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-8512905469597211742?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/8512905469597211742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/dime-store-theme-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8512905469597211742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8512905469597211742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/dime-store-theme-song.html' title='dime store theme song'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-333214700581659104</id><published>2009-03-21T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:19:29.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia Love and New York</title><content type='html'>I know it's cliche, a small town girl from  Lake Havasu, AZ a river town that bases their enire econmy off of spring break and momorial day. It's  a great place to watch a sunset and a sunrise and then go back to wherever you call home. I love New York cause you can get lost in central park and still find your wayback to the city just look for the tallest  buliding and walk. If you get too lost take a cab and they will know your destination.I Love,love, love the city but recently,  when I think about moving away  from Philadelphia  I get that iky feeling in my stomach.( Here is the Carrie Bradshaw coming out in me) soo have I actually found home? It's weird you know, spending your entire life searching, and when It is right in front of you, it's like  well what now?  I wonder If (The City) is a place that I really love to visit and Philladelphia is my home. I think I like the sound of that:-) It's felt nice to visit  to New New York and miss Philadelphia this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-333214700581659104?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/333214700581659104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/philadelphia-love-and-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/333214700581659104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/333214700581659104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/philadelphia-love-and-new-york.html' title='Philadelphia Love and New York'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634493894243311160.post-8620195852026943791</id><published>2009-03-13T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:43:07.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home, Thy Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 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    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" width="30" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td&gt;       &lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;&lt;!--- blog body ---&gt;       &lt;div id="pBlogBody_474242963" class="blogContent"&gt;           &lt;div class="icon"&gt;&lt;img class="spritemap_icons sx_note" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gotta pay off my debts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry the tears that I  wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a heart to call a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find some peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dram of the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink to the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink to the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream of the moon beneath stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of  unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty that lays afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home thy home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though  weary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagagabond roamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up on sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy come  then go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the leaves turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icey days fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the greenery shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While  cherry blossoms bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For moon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon and his shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep my Summer time soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer will meet us soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/634493894243311160-8620195852026943791?l=linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/feeds/8620195852026943791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-home-thy-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8620195852026943791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/634493894243311160/posts/default/8620195852026943791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linzzz-isinit.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-home-thy-home.html' title='My Home, Thy Home'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13373534895919685940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>