<?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-3570480060046067025</id><updated>2024-12-18T22:26:42.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gazing through the blinds</title><subtitle type='html'>digging out of depression</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-8822881740233709253</id><published>2012-08-01T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T12:00:04.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a problem communicating. recently, this fault of mine has caused some problems in our marriage. i made it extremely difficult for my husband to come to me and verbalize his concerns.&lt;br /&gt;
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coming from a home where we simply didn&#39;t discuss emotions, nor were they shown, i have to overcome these obstacles. my mother rarely hugged me or told me she loved me. my dad wasn&#39;t much more affectionate. i find it so strange for someone to embrace me (especially if i barely know this person), and i almost want to pull away because it feels so unnatural. one needs to be reminded that they are loved frequently. even as i end a phone call with my mother, she says, &quot;i love you&quot; almost mechanically, like it&#39;s the polite thing to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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communication is a vital tool for making a marriage go the distance. you cannot get angry with your partner if they don&#39;t understand why you&#39;re upset, especially if you just expect them to read your mind. and the silent treatment is never the answer. if anything, your parent will be glad you shut up for once. giving them the cold shoulder only widens the divide between the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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i have learned that i need to calmly express my emotions without attacking my husband. i need to use more phrases like, &quot;i feel that...&quot; instead of &quot;you need to...&quot;. in the heat of an argument, it is very difficult to remember to practice such techniques, but learning to do so is part of becoming an adult and the second half of a successful marriage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/8822881740233709253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-have-problem-communicating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/8822881740233709253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/8822881740233709253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/08/i-have-problem-communicating.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-6811173870251520154</id><published>2012-07-31T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-31T12:00:02.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so tired of being tired. i am in a constant state of exhaustion. when i wake up in the morning, i think to myself, only x amount of hours until i can lay back down. my bed is my safe haven, my sanctuary. if it isn&#39;t my bed, it&#39;s my couch that i collapse into. my life isn&#39;t particularly fast paced (as i have stated before), so i do not know what is causing my lack of energy. maybe it&#39;s the extreme southern heat that is getting to me? in the fall/winter i do tend to be friskier.&lt;br /&gt;
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or maybe it&#39;s the depression? i have stopped taking my medication, to see if there&#39;s a&amp;nbsp;noticeable difference. i probably shouldn&#39;t have done that without a doctor&#39;s supervision. but i have been trying to look into more holistic and natural depression remedies. i do not like the idea of further funding the pharmaceutical&amp;nbsp;companies, or not knowing what chemicals i am putting into my body. i once heard an older man say, &quot;i believe that there is a cure for everything in nature, but we just haven&#39;t found it yet&quot;. maybe they have, but big pharma doesn&#39;t want to lose their profits?&lt;br /&gt;
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i do not want to rely on caffeine (i limit my consumption to one caffeinated beverage per week), nor do i want to be on medication for the rest of my life, so i will be researching natural ways to rid myself of depression once and for all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/6811173870251520154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-am-so-tired-of-being-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/6811173870251520154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/6811173870251520154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-am-so-tired-of-being-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-1631921039931412365</id><published>2012-07-30T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-30T18:33:39.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is nights like these when i am the loneliest. my husband is at work and i am here by myself, with the dog. don&#39;t get me wrong, canines are great companions, but i can&#39;t have a conversation with her. i find myself the most depressed sunday evening. with monday looming over my head, and no one to talk to, i start to brood and let my moods get the better of me.&lt;div&gt;
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when this happens, i try to immerse myself in a good book or television show, but my mind always goes back to how alone i am. i can&#39;t call my parents because i don&#39;t exactly have a great relationship with them (mainly my mom). and friends lead their own lives, go in separate directions, and are often unavailable. i feel like everyone around me is living such a fast pace life, that they can&#39;t make time for others, and just listen. or maybe my boring life isn&#39;t fast enough to keep up? sometimes i think that i am stuck in limbo and that i will wake up from this dream someday. will that day ever come?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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i know i have to make a choice about whether or not i will be depressed. sometimes that choice is rather easy, and a lot of times it is not. depression itself is not a choice, but i can choose my thoughts. i can let dark thoughts fester, or i can redirect my mind elsewhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/1631921039931412365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/it-is-nights-like-these-when-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/1631921039931412365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/1631921039931412365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/it-is-nights-like-these-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-8398993498994313726</id><published>2012-07-23T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-23T12:04:00.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that every time i have an idea that doesn&#39;t conform with mainstream views, i get shut down? i refuse to think inside the box, and be kept in this bubble the media wants us in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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we are all &quot;encouraged&quot; to have our own thoughts, but when we finally speak up, we are told we are &quot;wrong&quot; or &quot;crazy&quot;. if we don&#39;t explore other options, where will we be? no change will occur, no one will question things that should be questioned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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what would have happened if the people behind the civil rights movement were discouraged and stayed quiet? it&#39;s time for us to investigate other &quot;facts&quot;. i&#39;m so sick and tired of just accepting what the government says as &quot;truth&quot;. what about the anti-choice laws that the state&amp;nbsp;governments&amp;nbsp;are trying to pass? what about the prohibition of marijuana, and all the nonviolent offenders sitting in prison right now? what about the military continually trying to cover up sexual assault? what about the &quot;recommended&quot; schedule of vaccinations? the list is never ending. i could also go on about conspiracy theories, but i don&#39;t have two weeks to sit here and write all that i know about them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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if we don&#39;t learn to think for ourselves again, our generation will be lost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/8398993498994313726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/why-is-it-that-every-time-i-have-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/8398993498994313726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/8398993498994313726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/why-is-it-that-every-time-i-have-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-5781645006111155237</id><published>2012-07-15T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-24T20:39:31.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever since we are little girls, we are convinced that we &quot;need&quot; the perfect wedding to prince charming when we grow up. there are movies, tv shows, magazines, books, commercials, and websites devoted solely to all things wedding related. not about getting married, but about the ceremony and reception. endless examples of cakes, decorations, colors, dresses, shoes, tuxes, flowers, etc. i didn&#39;t even know there were &lt;i&gt;so many&lt;/i&gt; options. it&#39;s enough to make anyone&#39;s head spin.&lt;br /&gt;
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but what about after the wedding? when real life sets in? when all your (or your parents&#39;) hard earned money is gone? the media doesn&#39;t really talk about that. just the happily ever after at the end. sure the planning and drama was fun, but now what?&lt;br /&gt;
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is that why the divorce rate is so high? because people were so focused on the party, they forgot to think about the year(s) after it was all said and done? once women get that coveted rock, their minds seem to disappear into fantasy land. Not stopping to think about premarital counseling, or other resources to help plan out the rest of their lives together.&lt;br /&gt;
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would i have liked a nice wedding (at the expense of someone else)? sure! but i knew that wasn&#39;t logical to spend all my savings on ONE DAY of my life. memories fade. sure you have the photographs, but even those fade with time. if i had spent&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;$27,800 (&lt;a href=&quot;http://wedding.theknot.com/wedding-planning/wedding-budget/qa/what-does-the-average-wedding-cost.aspx?MsdVisit=1&quot;&gt;the knot&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;on a wedding, my husband and i would have nothing right now. it was difficult enough in the beginning, but i shudder to imagine how much harder life would have been, had we not had a damn thing to start off with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/learnvest/wedding-cost_b_1698059.html&quot;&gt;HuffPost - Why I Think Weddings Are a Stupid Waste of Money&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/5781645006111155237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/ever-since-we-are-little-girls-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/5781645006111155237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/5781645006111155237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/ever-since-we-are-little-girls-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-4111294801474641941</id><published>2012-07-14T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-14T10:42:42.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having sex is not one of my top priorities. it&#39;s just not something i &lt;i&gt;need &lt;/i&gt;in life right now. call me crazy, but i just don&#39;t care about it anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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the reason is probably a myriad of things: tiredness, combination of medications, stress, etc. at the moment, i don&#39;t care to fix the problem. what&#39;s wrong with taking a break in your sexual life? i am a human being, not a wild animal with an instinct to reproduce and populate the planet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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you might say, &quot;your husband must be doing something wrong&quot;. no, my husband is fine, he&#39;s not a sex god, but he gets the job done. the loss of my sex drive doesn&#39;t exactly feel like a &quot;loss&quot; to me. it&#39;s just that my mental health is taking&amp;nbsp;precedence&amp;nbsp;right now. even if that means that i keep taking my medications that are likely to blame for this dry spell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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priorities change as you get older, and i can either learn to embrace it, or sit in this slump forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/4111294801474641941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/having-sex-is-not-one-of-my-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/4111294801474641941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/4111294801474641941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/having-sex-is-not-one-of-my-top.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-5905148440727821151</id><published>2012-07-12T19:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-12T19:13:50.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is so beige.&lt;br /&gt;
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have you ever noticed how &lt;i&gt;beige &lt;/i&gt;everything is? why is that the go-to color? every house or building is a variation of the color. even the #1 preferred hair color is &lt;strike&gt;blonde&lt;/strike&gt; beige. i find it immensely depressing. The only thing beige in my house are the walls, and that&#39;s not my choice (we&#39;re renters).&lt;br /&gt;
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what does that say about us as a society? are we that afraid of being different, of standing out? or are we afraid of offended others? well, i don&#39;t give a damn what other people think. i don&#39;t want to be beige.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;my aura is hot pink in a sea of bland beige.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/5905148440727821151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/life-is-so-beige.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/5905148440727821151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/5905148440727821151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/life-is-so-beige.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-7991063152967517459</id><published>2012-07-10T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-10T19:52:23.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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in many ways, my mind is like this picture of a used book store. thoughts are scattered about, misplaced,&amp;nbsp;re-shelved&amp;nbsp;incorrectly. memories that i am searching for, i cannot find because others are in the way. i cannot wade through them to get to the sunny spot in the back of the library. as i make my way, things are falling on top of me, piling up, until i cannot go any further. i am once again overwhelmed. i could not complete the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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this image also resembles my house. i am too exhausted to ever put forth the effort to tidy up. it takes every ounce of my energy reserves to make it through the day, often times while reflecting, i wonder how i was able to accomplish the day&#39;s demands at all. sometimes, i wish that my husband would do the preliminary cleaning, and i would go behind him, making things perfect. it would be a lot easier on us both, if i were afforded the ability to avoid the excess stress. i often begin, but not long after, i give up, not willing to see the task through. the fruits of my labors are wasted. once again, i plop my fatass back on my throne. the day is done, and that is perfectly good enough for me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/7991063152967517459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/in-many-ways-my-mind-is-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/7991063152967517459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/7991063152967517459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/07/in-many-ways-my-mind-is-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1x2s3PxtyIOXxuSPbwTJKYX37i3rpJzeiyS50IbTDVR7aL5iDGtaaF8t8FjcfqWSzy0DixABmhEEg8SpB_bM35SoINdMWi7mJS2zpWToJX2LX2AAt6lkbYZoO2PuW-bDT0eYirbm8tg4/s72-c/used+book+store.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-791890486427950162</id><published>2012-06-24T13:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-24T13:30:56.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken cordon bleu</title><content type='html'>i cooked chicken cordon bleu for the first time last night, and not to brag or anything, but it was pretty off the chain. here&#39;s the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;
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Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;
6 skinless, boneless chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;halves&lt;br /&gt;6 slices Swiss cheese&lt;br /&gt;6 slices ham&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon paprika &lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup dry white wine&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon chicken bouillon granules&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 cup heavy whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pound chicken breasts if they are too thick. Place a cheese and ham slice on each breast within 1/2 inch of the edges. Fold the edges of the chicken over the filling, and secure with toothpicks. Mix the flour and paprika in a small bowl, and coat the chicken pieces.&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat the butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat, and cook the chicken until browned on all sides. Add the wine and bouillon. Reduce heat to low, cover, and simmer for 30 minutes, until chicken is no longer pink and juices run clear.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove the toothpicks, and transfer the breasts to a warm platter. Blend the cornstarch with the cream in a small bowl, and whisk slowly into the skillet. Cook, stirring until thickened, and pour over the chicken. Serve warm.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/791890486427950162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/06/chicken-cordon-bleu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/791890486427950162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570480060046067025/posts/default/791890486427950162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gazingthroughtheblinds.blogspot.com/2012/06/chicken-cordon-bleu.html' title='chicken cordon bleu'/><author><name>janey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14248240448300105498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3vCiZ04IhZt3z8hd-0NZSum-kkX4G6bEfLxezSpNEBK_DRHUBPcpBeN82IUp3Zg32zX18zB0BdO25kySvRdfUPD5VcmnNF_z3oAFnv4tqYUygiXUTrzpLWG-dsfgsvQ/s220/wilted+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570480060046067025.post-3535811606487542614</id><published>2011-02-21T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T16:50:55.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beach pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;192&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNIgJRpUYk0brM4009QiQy-n39I2E546UIV6732X1EtwIa4_MQ5IpgOi00JF7-tz8rVu5IV6gXZRjSsdQx19VFxMDz7py9NXfK6zfhb7kO8CKMkeCBIWyq3PygcjGMgOheTakM1aVXys/s320/004-2.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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