<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8348119894098149636</id><updated>2026-10-21T11:25:09.842-04:00</updated><category term="relocation"/><category term="transition"/><category term="girl world"/><category term="Introduction"/><category term="family time"/><category term="social network"/><category term="reinvention"/><category term="keyword conundrum"/><category term="relationships"/><title type='text'>beneath the surface of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-6315668422459054432</id><published>2012-03-02T13:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T13:24:43.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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If you&#39;ve never jumped from one couch to another to avoid
the lava. You&#39;ve never had a childhood.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6315668422459054432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/03/if-youve-never-jumped-from-one-couch-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6315668422459054432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6315668422459054432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/03/if-youve-never-jumped-from-one-couch-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-3593609118182827523</id><published>2012-02-21T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T08:56:32.563-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social network"/><title type='text'>psycho games</title><content type='html'>There are a hell of a lot of &quot;I am mormon&quot; billboards in SouthBend. I suspect this is some Romney psychological tactic to make people think it is normal to believe that you will have your own planet and be a god someday.&lt;br /&gt;
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How do people take this guy&amp;nbsp;seriously? I&#39;m pretty sure the rest of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;world doesn&#39;t.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3593609118182827523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/psycho-games.html#comment-form' title='177 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/3593609118182827523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/3593609118182827523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/psycho-games.html' title='psycho games'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>177</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-3234634074886927496</id><published>2012-02-20T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T10:37:13.343-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>culture shock and 80s flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I took the opportunity this week to freak out about living
in Indiana. I then stepped it up a notch and visited the Chicagoland suburbs on
Saturday which further magnified the intensity of the freak out. It only really
gets bad when I leave the house or have to deal with the school. I keep finding
myself in scenes from Footloose and can only hope that Kevin Bacon will dance
through at any moment...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3234634074886927496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/culture-shock-and-80s-flashback.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/3234634074886927496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/3234634074886927496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/culture-shock-and-80s-flashback.html' title='culture shock and 80s flashback'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-662934632974075079</id><published>2012-02-16T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T15:27:41.404-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social network"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>relocation freak out</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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The house sale has recorded. We now officially live in
Indiana and only Indiana and I can&#39;t freak out and drive back to Washington. OK,
I might just freak out a little.&lt;/div&gt;
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I guess I need to stop and look around now, and figure how I will fit in here.&lt;/div&gt;
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The neighbor told me I need a hobby, she sees me post on Facebook every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Good thing she doesn&#39;t follow my Tweets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/662934632974075079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/relocation-freak-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/662934632974075079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/662934632974075079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/relocation-freak-out.html' title='relocation freak out'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-6687127426652323974</id><published>2012-02-14T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T17:03:31.234-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Valentines, Lupercalia and chocolate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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20 year of not celebrating Valentine&#39;s Day - because it is
the other 7,280 days that count ;)&lt;/div&gt;
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True love is that part that involves more garden projects than roses, more paperwork than pastel cards, more budget meals than dinners out, and more fights and making up than&amp;nbsp;heart shaped chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;
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A&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Happy Lupercalia&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to you all.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6687127426652323974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-lupercalia-and-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6687127426652323974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6687127426652323974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-lupercalia-and-chocolate.html' title='Valentines, Lupercalia and chocolate.'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-6875164512305844875</id><published>2012-02-13T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T17:16:39.026-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><title type='text'>college tours and empty nests</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
making college tour plans for the 4 day weekend, looking
ahead to Spring Break plans *woosh* the past 6 months have gone fast&lt;/div&gt;
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When we relocated 6 months ago we knew that college was on the horizon for our oldest, in fact it was a key factor in the timing of our move. It was important to us that our child have a sense of home in the new state, 2350 miles away from every home that we had ever known.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We started the college search over, after 3 years of college visits and plans that centered on the Pacific Northwest. With 4 acceptances in hand, we are perhaps doing this a bit backwards now.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6875164512305844875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/college-tours-and-empty-nests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6875164512305844875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6875164512305844875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/college-tours-and-empty-nests.html' title='college tours and empty nests'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-1508018014484618701</id><published>2012-02-09T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:08:52.761-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family time"/><title type='text'>high velocity parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
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The real reason that you need to pay attention in Physics
the first time is that one night you will be sitting there trying to help your
kid interpret velocity versus time graphs and relate motion to the graphs and
somethin-somethin about the slope of the velocity and need to pull it all off
like you know what the hell you are talking about.&lt;/div&gt;
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And then cross your arms and sternly tell the child they must advocate for&amp;nbsp;them-self&amp;nbsp;and stay after school and get help from the teacher.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1508018014484618701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/high-velocity-parenting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1508018014484618701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1508018014484618701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/high-velocity-parenting.html' title='high velocity parenting'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-6523430778760874001</id><published>2012-02-09T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:04:30.627-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reinvention"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>time zones and inner clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I am having a hard time adjusting to Eastern Standard Time,
it still feels like 2am when the alarm goes off :(&lt;/div&gt;
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Because it is to my 40 something year old body that has lived in Pacific Standard Time for most of those years.&lt;/div&gt;
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And it is dark here on the western side of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Eastern Time Zone. And this isn&#39;t just a winter thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6523430778760874001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-zones-and-inner-clocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6523430778760874001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6523430778760874001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/time-zones-and-inner-clocks.html' title='time zones and inner clocks'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-5655187786267695159</id><published>2012-02-06T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:47:49.023-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social network"/><title type='text'>Superbowl offenses</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Superbowl and sexism, lots of Twitter on #notbuyingit !&lt;/div&gt;
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To view the ads from yesterday&#39;s&amp;nbsp;game&amp;nbsp;go&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://superbowl-ads.com/article_archive/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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The cat is asleep in a shoe box on my desk. If I move the
shoe box from her spot she sits on whatever important file is sitting there and
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After the sun comes up she will want her box carried to the
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She has also taken up yoga. I find her laying in the sun on the yoga mat all stretched out in a pose with her head on the foam block used for more advanced stretches. It is hard to admit the cat has advanced in yoga further than I have.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have not yet discovered how those scratches got on the&amp;nbsp;Pilates&amp;nbsp;ball.&lt;/div&gt;
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OK, like intravenous would be my preference.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t like flavored coffees, they give me a headache. I don&#39;t like &quot;cheap&quot; coffee, it upsets my stomach with too much acid. And I would never try one of those cup-machine-things, not only is the concept just out right wrong, I hear they taste like stale&amp;nbsp;cigarette&amp;nbsp;butts in water.&lt;/div&gt;
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I prefer&amp;nbsp;Sumatran&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;Italian&amp;nbsp;roast, depending on my mood. I like to keep both drip and espresso grounds in stock, and I drink it black. I use to drink a 4 shot&amp;nbsp;Americano, or four, a day but switched to drip when teaching because I took to carrying around a pump pot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I prefer independent coffee houses based on principal but will drink Starbucks, although it often upsets my stomach and frequently tastes funny. I have been buying Starbucks beans since landing in the middle of nowhere and having not yet found an independent roaster. I have not yet gotten over the concept of Dunkin Donuts coffee.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am coffee obsessing and may need to go to the store. now.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8012350681899672652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/coffee-obsession-im-not-picky.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/8012350681899672652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/8012350681899672652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/coffee-obsession-im-not-picky.html' title='coffee obsession, I&#39;m not picky...'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-4919636241615482955</id><published>2012-01-31T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:25:16.233-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl world"/><title type='text'>makeup, mirrors and hair, oh my</title><content type='html'>Why is there MORE conflict now, with 2.5 bathrooms, than there ever was before with only 1 bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;
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DH jokes that he wanted one child and I wanted two, so we &quot;compromised.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Had I known then what I know now I would have let him win that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two teenage girls in the morning in the bathroom. &#39;nuf said.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4919636241615482955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/makeup-mirrors-and-hair-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/4919636241615482955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/4919636241615482955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/makeup-mirrors-and-hair-oh-my.html' title='makeup, mirrors and hair, oh my'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-5043329997326605992</id><published>2012-01-28T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:40:11.768-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl world"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reinvention"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>silver lining on cloudy days</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking that I got paint in my hair, but we have not painted&amp;nbsp;anything&amp;nbsp;silver.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are just a few strands, right at&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;part and bangs, and they sparkle in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;
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* Bam * I am going to own these silver hairs babe!&lt;br /&gt;
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I grew the highlights out of my hair for my 40th birthday. I use to be blonde. I figured at 40 I needed to be myself and stop trying to be someone I thought everyone expected me to be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5043329997326605992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/silver-lining-on-cloudy-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/5043329997326605992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/5043329997326605992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/silver-lining-on-cloudy-days.html' title='silver lining on cloudy days'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-1482673466785379440</id><published>2012-01-27T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:53:00.445-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social network"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>rays of hope and stress relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Be kind. You never know what someone else might be going
through. Better to be a little ray of hope than the straw that breaks the
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Lately there have been a lot of straws. I have been trying to focus on the rays of hope, but that is often a difficult task, especially when emotional, tired and stressed.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.webmd.com/balance/stress-management/features/blissing-out-10-relaxation-techniques-reduce-stress-spot&quot;&gt;Stress &lt;/a&gt;is a funny thing, it comes from many, often unrecognized,&amp;nbsp;sources. It slowly accumulates until you break or fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1482673466785379440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/rays-of-hope-and-stress-relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1482673466785379440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1482673466785379440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/rays-of-hope-and-stress-relief.html' title='rays of hope and stress relief'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRilMuXOS9Yygga5G-WUypNhe2PUxO9_-Tqb3yzyN0du-1WpzB62pTG1AkCZRQn42d16C0_gsG81T8WrR18-e5pljEaU-5ckHtmvDelumFlI6qsO5zEzr81uUFMB_FjOdRkmFdaSJ7KSA/s72-c/50+50+full.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-8901497154342043551</id><published>2012-01-26T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:04:24.377-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family time"/><title type='text'>black beans and quinoa</title><content type='html'>Do NOT touch your eye after dicing jalapeno peppers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just sayin&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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One of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;girls picked all of the tomato out of her dinner and the other picked out&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;peppers. This is why I cook.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8901497154342043551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-beans-and-quinoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/8901497154342043551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/8901497154342043551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-beans-and-quinoa.html' title='black beans and quinoa'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-4043474481897406719</id><published>2012-01-25T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:47:42.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>panic attacks, freak outs and other moody and maddening traits of the teenage brain</title><content type='html'>Well, Tuesday smacked me upside the head for attempting a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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One teen home with panic attacks and the other one freaked out later that day with no hormonal excuse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is there something happening with the moon? planets colliding? mars going retrograde?&lt;br /&gt;
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I read that &lt;a href=&quot;http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/10/teenage-brains/dobbs-text&quot;&gt;National Geographic article about teenage brains&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4043474481897406719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/panic-attacks-freak-outs-and-other.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/4043474481897406719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/4043474481897406719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/panic-attacks-freak-outs-and-other.html' title='panic attacks, freak outs and other moody and maddening traits of the teenage brain'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-1953994725658190749</id><published>2012-01-23T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:27:24.056-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reinvention"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>irrational and incoherent, with a smile</title><content type='html'>Monday.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is a complete status. The tip of a very deep iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel as if I am about ready to fall apart, but I am the wife and mother so I will hold it together.&lt;br /&gt;
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At least try to hold it together. There was that smallish breakdown Saturday night when I sat crying on the kitchen floor, snot streaming down my face. Irrational and incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;
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But by Monday at 5 am I had pulled it together and went through the routine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday I will even try it with a smile.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1953994725658190749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/irrational-and-incoherent-with-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1953994725658190749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1953994725658190749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/irrational-and-incoherent-with-smile.html' title='irrational and incoherent, with a smile'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-2922866579185246437</id><published>2012-01-18T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:11:55.777-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family time"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social network"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>family time versus Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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They are making me play cards...they are calling it
&quot;family time.&quot; Why can&#39;t they sit on Facebook all night like other teens?!&lt;/div&gt;
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I was dead tired last night and really wanted to crash, but one of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;teens was channeling her angst into a card game called Phase 10. Not only did I have to be awake, but I had to pay attention too. It was fun while I was winning, but in the end I lost BIG time!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2922866579185246437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-time-versus-facebook.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/2922866579185246437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/2922866579185246437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-time-versus-facebook.html' title='family time versus Facebook'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-6435626453901620982</id><published>2011-12-20T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:28:23.896-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transition"/><title type='text'>straws and camels</title><content type='html'>I really need Indiana to stop throwing straws on my back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I never imagined how difficult a relocation would be, and I do not need help finding things to break down in tears over. Little things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just too many little things.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6435626453901620982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/straws-and-camels.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6435626453901620982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6435626453901620982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/straws-and-camels.html' title='straws and camels'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-6542147435939684606</id><published>2011-12-02T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:52:34.832-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Introduction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relocation"/><title type='text'>lurking, liking and comments</title><content type='html'>Well, I threw it out there today on Facebook. The blogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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I added the websites to my Facebook profile.&lt;/div&gt;
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It will be interesting to see who lurks over here to have a looksee. Even more interesting to see who comments.&lt;/div&gt;
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They are two different worlds. Twitter and Facebook expose my life in 140 characters or less, and here we dive beneath the surface.&lt;/div&gt;
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It all really hit me, this concept of blogging the contrast between these two social network worlds a couple of months ago when two different friends brought to my attention how they skim the surface of Facebook, throwing out the pieces they want others to see, but yet somehow missed that we had relocated 2400 miles across the county.&amp;nbsp;Despite&amp;nbsp;the photos and daily updates.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6542147435939684606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-i-threw-it-out-there-today-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6542147435939684606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/6542147435939684606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/well-i-threw-it-out-there-today-on.html' title='lurking, liking and comments'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-9206126631123353305</id><published>2011-11-21T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:51:18.132-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl world"/><title type='text'>internet social networking and teens</title><content type='html'>So, I have been baffled by the teens who claim over a thousand &quot;friends&quot; on Facebook. According to Facebook, the average user has 130 friends. What does this say about today&#39;s young people and their relationships?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://rosalindwiseman.com/&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rosalind Wiseman&lt;/a&gt; does an excellent job explaining the issue of internet social networking on today&#39;s schools and teens in her latest edition of Queen Bees Wannabees. During a recent parent meeting, I was really very pleased to hear the level of awareness of the administration at the girls&#39; new school. They stated that most conflicts in the school originate from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Opinions? How does FB affect your your child? Your classroom? Your 24/7 reporting? Your relationships?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9206126631123353305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/teenagers-fb-and-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/9206126631123353305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/9206126631123353305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/teenagers-fb-and-school.html' title='internet social networking and teens'/><author><name>Kelsgarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06345922662050525027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFxpnGy-yWJVjnDch6hKwAUtYcZPOHtBMLDdqvjZ9-g7xkCJPT1fCxGMj6QLE-cL7TYpz4mZGPScLTSwW8rXfZUldOesFS_5MDCaJig2kWrHRfMW6hDe3Uu8UxtwATAE0/s47/Kels+bumbler.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-5820385387616825810</id><published>2011-06-18T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:33:38.477-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Introduction"/><title type='text'>push you out of the nest</title><content type='html'>If I stop enabling you will you stop engaging me.&lt;br /&gt;
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This whole teenage phase really does make me want to push you out of the nest.&lt;br /&gt;
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BUT on Facebook, to my friends, you will always be super cute, smart and perfect!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5820385387616825810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-stop-enabling-you-will-you-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/5820385387616825810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/5820385387616825810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-i-stop-enabling-you-will-you-stop.html' title='push you out of the nest'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-3180110597820186170</id><published>2011-06-17T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:31:33.065-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Introduction"/><title type='text'>We don&#39;t even try to embarrass them, it just comes naturally!</title><content type='html'>We don&#39;t even try to&amp;nbsp;embarrass&amp;nbsp;them, it just comes naturally!&lt;br /&gt;
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I love the 10X zoom on my camera so that I can still catch the smiles and laughs on my children&#39;s faces when they will no longer pose for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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And if I post those photos to my Facebook album and tag them it is extra&amp;nbsp;embarrassing, almost as bad as commenting on THEIR wall post in a sure-to-be-a-thread-kill way!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3180110597820186170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/rubbing-up-against-sandpaper-tension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/3180110597820186170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/3180110597820186170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/rubbing-up-against-sandpaper-tension.html' title='We don&#39;t even try to embarrass them, it just comes naturally!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-1482402507323859959</id><published>2011-06-16T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:32:08.262-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Introduction"/><title type='text'>seek counseling later</title><content type='html'>After all, they will seek counseling when they are older, and it is our job is to provide them good material.&lt;br /&gt;
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When kids do cute-adorable-clever-uber smart-cool stuff we have to stop right there and post it to our wall! Twitter it out&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;for everyone&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;know!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1482402507323859959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-spent-great-deal-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1482402507323859959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8348119894098149636/posts/default/1482402507323859959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththesurfaceofmylife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-spent-great-deal-of-my-life.html' title='seek counseling later'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348119894098149636.post-1620614228217021384</id><published>2011-06-15T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:31:47.525-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Introduction"/><title type='text'>140 characters or less</title><content type='html'>We all post the witty Facebook status updates and Twitter random thoughts in 140 characters or less, BUT what do we really mean to say?&lt;br /&gt;
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