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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:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBR3s9eCp7ImA9WhRVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551959534007524998</id><updated>2012-01-17T06:34:16.560-07:00</updated><category term="healing" /><category term="discussion" /><category term="obesity" /><category term="challenge" /><category term="victory" /><category term="peace" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="forgiveness" /><category term="freedom" /><category term="renovation" /><category term="life" /><category term="home" /><category term="diet" /><category term="triumph" /><category term="trials" /><category term="memories" /><category term="enemy" /><category term="issues" /><category term="pain" /><category term="fame" /><category term="anger" /><category term="fear" /><category term="health" /><category term="love" /><category term="Rock and Roll" /><category term="miracles" /><category term="obituary" /><category term="shocking" /><title>In Search of Eden</title><subtitle type="html">Here's to searching for Eden. My hope is that my meanderings will amuse, entertain and perhaps, provoke you. I promise to do my very best not to bore you too much. I'd love to hear from you so, please leave a comment or send an email! Here's to figuring it all out...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Barbara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976829250696943483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXW9yI_lTdM/Thm1_n-_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/69FjkqVTYRE/s220/254901_10150264850935376_622835375_9076087_7605363_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/InSearchOfEden" /><feedburner:info uri="insearchofeden" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMSXc5cSp7ImA9WhdUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551959534007524998.post-2893584501137341314</id><published>2011-10-03T07:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:54:48.929-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T07:54:48.929-06:00</app:edited><title>Peta reacts to shark attack</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/2893584501137341314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/10/peta-reacts-to-shark-attack.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/2893584501137341314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/2893584501137341314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~3/Xv7XeHZe6ic/peta-reacts-to-shark-attack.html" title="Peta reacts to shark attack" /><author><name>Barbara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976829250696943483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXW9yI_lTdM/Thm1_n-_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/69FjkqVTYRE/s220/254901_10150264850935376_622835375_9076087_7605363_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VvFWCs-KT5U/Tom9QXIK5dI/AAAAAAAAAL8/z10ojyWpSWQ/s72-c/sharkBBnew72.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

PETA has reacted to a shark attack in the Gulf of Mexico by launching another controversial ad.
21-year-old Charles Wickersham lost part of his leg last week and needed 800 stitches.
Since he had been spear-fishing, the response from People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals was to launch an ad showing a leg sticking out of a shark's mouth with the words: "Payback is Hell.  Go Vegan."
Ashley 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/troLjLyRivnYtKvwy47MMR009aI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/troLjLyRivnYtKvwy47MMR009aI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~4/Xv7XeHZe6ic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/10/peta-reacts-to-shark-attack.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAERnY-eyp7ImA9WhdWFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551959534007524998.post-4042841320318479131</id><published>2011-09-07T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:01:47.853-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-07T09:01:47.853-06:00</app:edited><title>No Do-Overs Allowed</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/4042841320318479131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-do-overs-allowed.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/4042841320318479131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/4042841320318479131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~3/3HR5K9F8gD4/no-do-overs-allowed.html" title="No Do-Overs Allowed" /><author><name>Barbara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976829250696943483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXW9yI_lTdM/Thm1_n-_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/69FjkqVTYRE/s220/254901_10150264850935376_622835375_9076087_7605363_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I've wasted too much time mourning the past and wishing I could have a do-over. This would be nice and most of us would take advantage of a chance to "fix" what we perceive as wrongdoings from our past. But then I suddenly realized that if I were able to change things I may do more harm than good.

More harm by fixing things? Really?

I believe that God is ultimately in charge of all things, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O1XphTQpADoq8-CEcKYD6CrnY20/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O1XphTQpADoq8-CEcKYD6CrnY20/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~4/3HR5K9F8gD4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-do-overs-allowed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBQXk_cCp7ImA9WhdWEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551959534007524998.post-3228182089765241300</id><published>2011-09-05T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:57:30.748-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T07:57:30.748-06:00</app:edited><title>This has gone on long enough</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/3228182089765241300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-has-gone-on-long-enough.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/3228182089765241300?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/3228182089765241300?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~3/DGio6FnAjf4/this-has-gone-on-long-enough.html" title="This has gone on long enough" /><author><name>Barbara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976829250696943483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXW9yI_lTdM/Thm1_n-_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/69FjkqVTYRE/s220/254901_10150264850935376_622835375_9076087_7605363_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I live with chronic pain caused by osteo-arthritis and a back condition that requires surgery in order to be fixed. I've been in pain 24/7 for over 2 years waiting for this surgery. This has got to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. 

I remember when I was young and pregnant. Toward the end of the nine months I felt so heavy and uncomfortable in my body that I thought it might drive me 
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Ryan is painted as the "bad" guy, but I feel he really does want to restore
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you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are
born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have
received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.  May you be
content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into
your bones, and allow your 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-mqytPYODUyb5QEf4_X0veWkYm8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-mqytPYODUyb5QEf4_X0veWkYm8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~4/GVh24yYWH1Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/08/born-out-of-trouble.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNQ3s6cCp7ImA9WhdWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551959534007524998.post-5574733955556122304</id><published>2011-08-12T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:21:32.518-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T08:21:32.518-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obituary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="obesity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="issues" /><title>Woman writes own Obituary</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/5574733955556122304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/08/woman-writes-own-obituary.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/5574733955556122304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/5574733955556122304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~3/Xst7fAnmDRM/woman-writes-own-obituary.html" title="Woman writes own Obituary" /><author><name>Barbara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976829250696943483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXW9yI_lTdM/Thm1_n-_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/69FjkqVTYRE/s220/254901_10150264850935376_622835375_9076087_7605363_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Alberta, Canada</georss:featurename><georss:point>53.9332706 -116.5765035</georss:point><georss:box>48.4315731 -121.576837 59.4349681 -111.57617</georss:box><content type="html">Here is part of an obit written by an frustrated overweight Nova Scotia lady that she posted online to express her anger at the long wait for weight loss surgery. She is currently on a 10-year wait list for bariatric surgery which decreases the size of the stomach.

On Dr. Yoni Freedhoff's blog, weightymatters.ca, she wrote, "We are sad to inform you of the untimely passing of a young mother, 
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Well, what do you think of Lady Ga Ga's demonstration? How about putting this dress in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame? Supposedly it was her way of making a statement against treating others (particularly homosexuals) like a piece of meat. Huh???

Okay, I get that she is pro-homosexual and doesn't feel they are treated fairly as
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Alexander Loyd is a born again christian who received this revelation from God or so, he states. It is a six minute healing method done three times per day that restores health to whatever our life issue may 
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To provide some short back story I need to go back 3 years to when I initially hurt my back at work. I was able to work through the pain 
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I have had and probably always will have; a short attention span. Today,I believe, it's called Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD. I guess my way could be SAS or 
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Apparently not! Here I am in my mid-fifties and our life is
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Pb7Cp-acG7z7_iyArJGbD3UgwU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2Pb7Cp-acG7z7_iyArJGbD3UgwU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~4/m68dECoDVlc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/03/rolling-with-change.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFQ3Y4eCp7ImA9Wx9UF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551959534007524998.post-2126911260814256575</id><published>2011-02-15T08:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:01:52.830-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T09:01:52.830-07:00</app:edited><title>Update</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/2126911260814256575/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/2126911260814256575?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/2126911260814256575?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~3/GOCoO_z7aZo/update.html" title="Update" /><author><name>Barbara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976829250696943483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXW9yI_lTdM/Thm1_n-_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/69FjkqVTYRE/s220/254901_10150264850935376_622835375_9076087_7605363_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Just a brief post to fill you in on how my exercising is going. I was Steady Eddy last week and managed to do my `thang` every day. It was PAINFUL, but I must admit I did feel somewhat better afterward. I mostly noticed my energy levels immediately jumped up a notch or two. So I went from coma level to semi-conscious! Yea!Sadly I missed 3 days in a row and now feel like I`m starting over. DRAT!! 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ykI06zH96epuhfWwfcOodTClfIg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ykI06zH96epuhfWwfcOodTClfIg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~4/n1FFKNfGfXs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/01/plan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQHgyeip7ImA9Wx9WEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1551959534007524998.post-8580300874265288748</id><published>2011-01-17T08:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:40:01.692-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T08:40:01.692-07:00</app:edited><title>Start Today!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/feeds/8580300874265288748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://barb-insearchofeden.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-today.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/8580300874265288748?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1551959534007524998/posts/default/8580300874265288748?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/InSearchOfEden/~3/Tu36E6VK7t0/start-today.html" title="Start Today!" /><author><name>Barbara Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16976829250696943483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XXW9yI_lTdM/Thm1_n-_Y3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/69FjkqVTYRE/s220/254901_10150264850935376_622835375_9076087_7605363_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I have lived over half a century. Wow! Even I can't believe it when I say it, but somehow the years slipped by and here I am in 2011 and have most likely lived at least two thirds of my life.It's humbling to think in those terms. I was one of those young people who made the mistake of thinking I had lots of time. I lived recklessly thinking one day I would take better care of myself, save for the
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