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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQnY-eyp7ImA9WxJbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239</id><updated>2009-07-19T10:05:13.853-04:00</updated><title>From Smiler, with Love.</title><subtitle type="html">I believe in synchronicity and spirituality - gmail, google, iphone and technorati authority help. Facebook for social networking that’s hot. Who needs tv with youtube, itunes, blogging and internet! Michael Jackson? Great music. What’s the weather? Should I try new recipes or the master cleanse? This is almost a novel! Can I publish it?  With optimism &amp;amp; open mind: everything is possible. When you’re on medication and depressed like me? Helps. I wanna do yoga, join me for a beginner class?</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>982</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FromSmilerWithLove" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBRXczfip7ImA9WxJUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-138487853928675897</id><published>2009-07-19T01:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:17:34.986-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T01:17:34.986-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Quick One</title><summary>Just got back from spending a lovely afternoon at my friend K’s. Am filled to the gills with delicious stuff and about to fall flat on my face from fatigue and wine, so will fill in details next time I’m awake.‘night!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/138487853928675897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=138487853928675897&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/138487853928675897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/138487853928675897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/36DbY6HLlcQ/quick-one.html" title="Quick One" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cNQnY-eyp7ImA9WxJUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-3264219655235080055</id><published>2009-07-18T02:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:38:13.853-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T02:38:13.853-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Albert Einstein" /><title>In their Words</title><summary>The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.It is the source of all art and science.~Albert Einstein </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3264219655235080055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=3264219655235080055&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3264219655235080055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3264219655235080055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/s1OkTxeONdc/in-their-words.html" title="In their Words" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-their-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ESHk-fCp7ImA9WxJUGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4940643559225819549</id><published>2009-07-17T00:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:35:09.754-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-17T01:35:09.754-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="materialism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I worry sometimes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>My Old Friend C</title><summary>Lovely dinner with my old friend C tonight. We’re the same age and have known each other for over 22 years. Back in the day we’d hang out at the coolest clubs then go for a bite to eat at equally cool eateries and flirt with life’s possibilities. She’s as friendly and thoughtful as ever, she looks great as ever, her routine remains unchanged with daily swimming at 6:20 a.m., which keeps her toned</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4940643559225819549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4940643559225819549&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4940643559225819549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4940643559225819549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/I6pNnuef64w/my-old-friend-c.html" title="My Old Friend C" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-old-friend-c.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GRX84cSp7ImA9WxJUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-6108480077794089000</id><published>2009-07-15T23:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:08:44.139-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-16T01:08:44.139-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jo Malone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iPhone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frangrances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my pics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Little Things</title><summary>Cooking class: the makings of a Rainbow CakeShadows: a rare commodity this summer—you need sunshine to see them.My brand-new red shoes: got them last year but had nowhere to wear them to until now.And where were those red shoes headed to? Why, Holt Renfrew’s of course, and straight to the Jo Malone counter. Again? Again. I’ve already gone though 1/4 of my body lotion and I wanted to get a few </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6108480077794089000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=6108480077794089000&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6108480077794089000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6108480077794089000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/uyYCQuzCSyA/little-things.html" title="Little Things" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDQXc7fSp7ImA9WxJUFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5282275308468688287</id><published>2009-07-14T22:33:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:44:30.905-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T23:44:30.905-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="connections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consumerism" /><title>I’m Good For It Now</title><summary>I had a fun meeting with my banker today. Incongruous, I know. I was pretty anxious about seeing him since we’d booked the date. The agenda was to look over my meager investments to make sure I was getting optimal returns. I thought that was an excuse for him to give me a lecture about all the spending I’ve been doing on my credit margin while still being out of the job market. Well I needn’t </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5282275308468688287/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5282275308468688287&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5282275308468688287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5282275308468688287?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/_3qLJERwtLQ/fun-day-at-bank.html" title="I’m Good For It Now" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-day-at-bank.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ARnw8cSp7ImA9WxJUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5853780856108553089</id><published>2009-07-13T23:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:25:47.279-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-13T23:25:47.279-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my photos" /><title>Peonies</title><summary>Light is a rare commodity in these parts this summer. We’ve been getting so much rain—one downpour after another. This bunch of peonies was a lucky find this past weekend since the season is usually over by then. I thought they deserved to be immortalized while they’re at their peak. I hope I did them justice considering the limitations.Photo by Smiler using a Canon Rebel XTi</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5853780856108553089/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5853780856108553089&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5853780856108553089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5853780856108553089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/aDGiTqf8z2k/peonies.html" title="Peonies" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/peonies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMRXk6cCp7ImA9WxJUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-2634913672793613652</id><published>2009-07-12T02:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:01:24.718-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T03:01:24.718-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="now playing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my birthday" /><title>Later</title><summary>Now Playing: Air - Playground LoveMy guests came despite the rain. My neighbour J was blown away by the fact that I was serving real champagne as opposed to some cheap bubbly. Seems to me if you’re going to serve champagne then you might as well serve the best, even if it means going further into debt, right? You only live once. It was nice to drink such a nice champagne with people who really </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2634913672793613652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=2634913672793613652&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2634913672793613652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2634913672793613652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/pbM4AlRdkUE/later.html" title="Later" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/later.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMQ3w5fSp7ImA9WxJUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5150709301130692901</id><published>2009-07-11T16:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:21:22.225-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T01:21:22.225-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="numerology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="champy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special occasions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>40: The Year of Creativity</title><summary>Quick quick, before they get here. That is if they do make it here at all because it’s been raining cats and dogs in the last couple of hours. I should know because I walked home from the nail salon in the pounding rain  after treating myself to a mani/pedi. It was only a ten minute walk or so, but it was raining so hard my umbrella was practically useless. It did keep my head dry but by the time</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5150709301130692901/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5150709301130692901&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5150709301130692901?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5150709301130692901?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/yY0mD8__AZQ/40-year-of-creativity.html" title="40: The Year of Creativity" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7pdMhylSng/SllvEbYxevI/AAAAAAAAEgc/m_Bpx6xOw5I/s72-c/B-Day+Selection_0527.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/40-year-of-creativity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBR3Yzfip7ImA9WxJUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-6476382759762887390</id><published>2009-07-10T22:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:09:16.886-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-11T00:09:16.886-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="numerology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cosmos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my birthday" /><title>39</title><summary>Now playing:I’m in a reflective mood tonight. There is just one hour left before I leave my 30’s behind and embark on my 5th decade. There’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t stop the progress of time, and no matter how foreign the concept of life is to me sometimes, I can’t evade the laws of gravity and physics. I didn’t see this year go by. It happened in a flash. Probably has something to do </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6476382759762887390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=6476382759762887390&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6476382759762887390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6476382759762887390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/Ndk_ghMEYzw/39.html" title="39" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/39.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08CQHs8fip7ImA9WxJUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4654234378608636783</id><published>2009-07-09T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:17:41.576-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-09T23:17:41.576-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day Program" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><title>Gratitude</title><summary>I don’t think I’ve said this “out loud” before. Mostly you all hear me bitch and moan but I should say that I’m actually very grateful to be part of the day program. Goodness knows just getting there in the morning is plenty challenging and that it all gets overwhelming with so much to take in. I don’t see myself making much progress so far, but just the fact that I have a reason to shower, get </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4654234378608636783/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4654234378608636783&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4654234378608636783?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4654234378608636783?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/24cbsKoI5Dk/gratitude.html" title="Gratitude" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHQ304cCp7ImA9WxJUEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-1688323777096170672</id><published>2009-07-08T23:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:52:12.338-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T23:52:12.338-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flickr" /><title>Quote of the Day</title><summary>Faire demi-tour, c’est une mauvaise manière de poursuivre un voyage.~ Per Olof Sundman, Académicien et romancier suédoisRetracing one’s steps is a poor way of pursuing a journey.~ Per Olof Sundman, Swedish academic and writerI should know a thing or two about that...Pic: “The Road Home to Reykjavik” by Stuck in Customs, Fickr</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1688323777096170672/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=1688323777096170672&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/1688323777096170672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/1688323777096170672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/05hROCuSdy8/quote-of-day_912.html" title="Quote of the Day" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day_912.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FQHo-fip7ImA9WxJUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-3165903559496049077</id><published>2009-07-08T00:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:20:11.456-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-08T00:20:11.456-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great quotes" /><title>Quote of the Day</title><summary>Quand la loi redevient celle de la jungle, c’est un honneur que d’être déclaré hors-la-loi.~ Hervé Bazin, Romancier françaisWhen the law regresses back to the law of the jungle, it’s a great honourto be declared an outlaw. ~ Hervé Bazin, French writer</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3165903559496049077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=3165903559496049077&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3165903559496049077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3165903559496049077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/DT7XnZCHl3A/quote-of-day_08.html" title="Quote of the Day" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day_08.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQnc_fyp7ImA9WxJVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5282371319504578492</id><published>2009-07-07T00:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:13:23.947-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-07T01:13:23.947-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="causes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stuff that drives me crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animal rights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>Stuff that Drives Me Crazy</title><summary>I'm just about to go to bed and I’m so upset right now I just had to take a couple of moments to write about it so I can calm down and hopefully not be plagued by nightmares all night. I left the t.v. on after my show on HBO and a documentary started just a few minutes ago. They haven’t even gotten into the “meat” of the subject (so to speak, and the irony of the expression is beyond being funny </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5282371319504578492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5282371319504578492&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5282371319504578492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5282371319504578492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/E9HJDA-ncis/stuff-that-drives-me-crazy.html" title="Stuff that Drives Me Crazy" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-that-drives-me-crazy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQHg6fip7ImA9WxJVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-7642202494474078523</id><published>2009-07-06T22:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:15:01.616-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T23:15:01.616-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beauty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="in the media" /><title>Gorgeousness</title><summary>Most of the above images were taken from the following article. If you can’t be bothered to read it, no worries, the images alone speak for themselves. But how will you ever know for sure what they are? Are they galaxies? Are they jellyfish? Are they images of brains on LSD? I’ll tell you: photographer Mark Mawson creates these beautiful images by dropping paint in water and photographs them in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7642202494474078523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=7642202494474078523&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/7642202494474078523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/7642202494474078523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/R7l8LmEDWYM/gorgeousness.html" title="Gorgeousness" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/gorgeousness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFQ3g6eCp7ImA9WxJVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-7459193655409028689</id><published>2009-07-05T19:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:55:12.610-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T20:55:12.610-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Beatles" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Strawberry Fields Don’t Last Forever</title><summary>Yay! Good for me! Even though I didn’t manage to get up before noon today or do most of the things I promised myself I’d do, I did get out to market today, and although by then most merchants were packing it up, I managed to get beef brochettes marinated in orange, curried deboned chicken thighs and pecan-smothered porc loin for the barbecue. Then from the specialty shop, a balsamic vinegar at </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7459193655409028689/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=7459193655409028689&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/7459193655409028689?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/7459193655409028689?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/xBCWO5wkWH8/strawberry-fields-dont-last-forever.html" title="Strawberry Fields Don’t Last Forever" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/strawberry-fields-dont-last-forever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMBQnc5eyp7ImA9WxJVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-6670065908825988768</id><published>2009-07-04T23:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:34:13.923-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-05T00:34:13.923-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><title>Count Me in With the Poodle</title><summary>During our goal-setting session on Friday, one of the things I determined was that this weekend I wanted to be up by 12 noon at the latest. I did pretty well today, in large part due to my dad who decided to call me just a minute or two after my alarm clock rang and just before I’d had time to fall back into a deep sleep again. I had to really fight the urge to fall back asleep when I was up but </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6670065908825988768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=6670065908825988768&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6670065908825988768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6670065908825988768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/6daA5TTi9go/count-me-in-with-poodle.html" title="Count Me in With the Poodle" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/count-me-in-with-poodle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCQnYyfyp7ImA9WxJVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5860427209311444359</id><published>2009-07-02T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:31:03.897-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T22:31:03.897-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great quotes" /><title>Quote of the Day</title><summary>Il y a toujours mille raisons pour s’enfermer. Sortir est beaucoup plus difficile.  Claudie Gallay, Ecrivain françaiseThere are always a thousand reasons to stay locked in. Getting out it much more difficult.Claudie Gallay, French AuthorNow there’s a quote I could have come up with myself...</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5860427209311444359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5860427209311444359&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5860427209311444359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5860427209311444359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/uZ1kZ6PBwYE/quote-of-day.html" title="Quote of the Day" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-of-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGSX0_cSp7ImA9WxJVFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-3412912679735092231</id><published>2009-07-01T21:33:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:22:08.349-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-01T22:22:08.349-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Canada" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animal shelters" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>Celebrating</title><summary>July 1st is our day to be gay and proud to be Canadian. Not that we’re all gay. Not that we’re all proud either. In my case, I’m pretty glad to be Canadian though I wouldn’t mind a dual citizenship. With the U.S. say, or any European country which is part of the EU, or Australia for that matter. Our Canadian passport does get us into places pretty easily. There was a time pre-9/11 that you could </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3412912679735092231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=3412912679735092231&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3412912679735092231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3412912679735092231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/5x9TtYn-nH4/celebrating.html" title="Celebrating" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ERH4zfip7ImA9WxJVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-714360523876788009</id><published>2009-06-30T20:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:48:25.086-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-30T21:48:25.086-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day Program" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Again and Again</title><summary>The alarm clock rang this morning, so I pressed snooze. And again. And again. Next thing I knew, it was 6:00 p.m. and I’d spend the whole day in bed again. My excuse this time is that I had a dream so strange and so upsetting that every time I started to come out of it, I’d try figuring out whether it was for real or not and what it could possibly mean and fall right back into it again.One thing </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/714360523876788009/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=714360523876788009&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/714360523876788009?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/714360523876788009?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/rSocXHmKnDA/again-and-again.html" title="Again and Again" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/again-and-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFQ3o7eip7ImA9WxJVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5770632490997565262</id><published>2009-06-29T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:16:52.402-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T22:16:52.402-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art therapy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel good" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elephants" /><title>Me as a Pink Elephant?</title><summary>Today in art therapy we were asked to draw what we need most right now. Very shortly before that we’d had a session on Affirmation where I discussed my need to re-establish the boundaries with my ex, who still thinks it’s ok to contact me whenever he feels like he misses me to ask me to take him back. I drew a pink elephant walking down a yellow brick road that has no beginning and no end. The </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5770632490997565262/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5770632490997565262&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5770632490997565262?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5770632490997565262?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/CeG0aQUP_vo/me-as-pink-elephant.html" title="Me as a Pink Elephant?" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-as-pink-elephant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8NSXg7cCp7ImA9WxJVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-1829590497228078002</id><published>2009-06-29T17:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:01:38.608-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T18:01:38.608-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bookish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostalgia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><title>I Once Had a Girl, Or Should I Say She Once Had Me...</title><summary>Norwegian Wood by Haruki MurakamiAfter having read a half dozen or so Murakami books, a fellow avid Murakami reader pointed out I had gone about reading his work in the wrong order and suggested that I should drop whatever else I was reading and start all over again with Norwegian Wood. I’m glad I did go back to the first book which made Murakami such a big literary sensation in Japan. And after </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1829590497228078002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=1829590497228078002&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/1829590497228078002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/1829590497228078002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/FHU4xQ5RrzA/i-once-had-girl-or-should-i-say-she.html" title="I Once Had a Girl, Or Should I Say She Once Had Me..." /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n7pdMhylSng/Skk5r3IDJvI/AAAAAAAAEgM/C9bTgjYfECk/s72-c/0375704027.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-once-had-girl-or-should-i-say-she.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUARXo6fyp7ImA9WxJVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4407728405711573205</id><published>2009-06-28T23:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:04:04.417-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T00:04:04.417-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel good" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Peonies</title><summary>Friday mornings at the day program we have a goal setting session for the upcoming week. One of my goals was to NOT sleep in all weekend with a plan to go to the market so I’d make sure to get out of the house. I ended up sleeping ‘till late afternoon yesterday so that by the time I got up the shops were already closed, but I did have a small window of time to get myself to the market today. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4407728405711573205/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4407728405711573205&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4407728405711573205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4407728405711573205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/sqZhQZkWZxQ/peonies.html" title="Peonies" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/peonies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABRXk-eip7ImA9WxJVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4435839687522248511</id><published>2009-06-28T01:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:25:54.752-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-28T01:25:54.752-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perfectionism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great quotes" /><title>Quote of the Day</title><summary>La perfection est une chose insupportable.~Alix Girod de l’Ain, écrivain et journaliste françaisePerfection is an unbearable thing.~Alix Girod de l’Ain, French writer and journalist</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4435839687522248511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4435839687522248511&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4435839687522248511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4435839687522248511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/FEN4BYWOwEU/quote-of-day_28.html" title="Quote of the Day" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-day_28.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMARXc_eip7ImA9WxJVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5495564707085121721</id><published>2009-06-27T19:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:04:04.942-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T20:04:04.942-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><title>Now Playing</title><summary>Clip from the Lord Of the Rings Movies (so-so sound quality)Sound Only (best quality)While doing some research for heavy metal songs from my teens yesterday I came across the Scorpions which were one of my favourite bands of all. I haven’t listened to them in ages, but the song Still Loving You was—and still remains—one of my favourite rock ballads of all time, sappy lyrics and all. It’s been </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5495564707085121721/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5495564707085121721&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5495564707085121721?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5495564707085121721?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/nfv7_ccakiU/now-playing.html" title="Now Playing" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-playing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cGSXw-cCp7ImA9WxJVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-1369944677195643161</id><published>2009-06-26T22:40:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:23:48.258-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-27T04:23:48.258-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel good" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wellbeing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="icons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="in the media" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="famous people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body image" /><title>Don't Stop ‘Til You Get Enough</title><summary>Michael Jackson: I know this story has already blanketed every single media outlet in ever single corner of the world and also been blogged about by everybody and their talking parrots by now, but I cannot not mention him, especially as I have a bunch of news-clips about him running in the background on msnbc.com as we speak. Most of it is just a bunch of very excited reporters in the midst of a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1369944677195643161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=1369944677195643161&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/1369944677195643161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/1369944677195643161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/RCEjt9XTrLM/dont-stop-til-you-get-enough.html" title="Don't Stop ‘Til You Get Enough" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-stop-til-you-get-enough.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
