<?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-3722915603357599148</id><updated>2024-08-29T20:54:31.950-07:00</updated><category term="life changes"/><category term="budget"/><category term="God"/><category term="journey"/><category term="love"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="economy"/><category term="finances"/><category term="health"/><category term="spiritual"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="weight loss"/><category term="beer"/><category term="cleaning"/><category term="domestic violence"/><category term="exercise"/><category term="fun"/><category term="hashing"/><category term="organization"/><category term="outdoors"/><category term="recovery"/><category term="running"/><category term="technology"/><title type='text'>My Journey Back to Basics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-6012050150468681560</id><published>2010-02-26T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:42:53.652-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cleaning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domestic violence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organization"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recovery"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual"/><title type='text'>Discovering the disaster area Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4hLjHBXzdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73qKCkmjUbo/s1600-h/IMG00148-20100226-1022.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4hLjHBXzdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73qKCkmjUbo/s200/IMG00148-20100226-1022.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a fever all night and some difficulty breathing. I&#39;m still sick and most of the time in bed. &lt;br /&gt;
For the last 6 weeks of my life I was prisoner in my bedroom to avoid an encounter with my husband. Even though he was the guilty party, he felt entitled to take out his frustrations out on me. He packed all my dishes and food, whatever he didn&#39;t eat himself, therefore I had nothing to eat. I took the opportunity one day when he was at work and sneaked food into my bedroom. We had an office mini fridge which was what saved me. I took a plate, a bowl, a spoon, a knife, a fork and a cup and locked them in my room with me. From that day forward I made sure that I was going to work and back into my room. I had my television and internet, because we have wireless in the house, and even when he didn&#39;t tell me I had to lock myself in my room, it was for the best of me and my dog. We were both safer that way. I placed a key lock in my door to be able to sleep. I was scared every night that he would barge into my bedroom and hurt one of us. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4hL4QEwC1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_7fyyyOXK-k/s1600-h/IMG00139-20100226-1015.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4hL4QEwC1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/_7fyyyOXK-k/s200/IMG00139-20100226-1015.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I told myself, he said he would never hurt me, I&#39;m ok. Then I remembered that he said that he would never lied to me and he did, that I had nothing to be afraid of him, and now I was. I allowed my house to be a disaster zone and turned a blind eye for my own sanity. I can&#39;t even say that my room was organized, because in it I have the boxes of things that I want to throw away. Some people have told me to do a garage sale. To tell the truth, I don&#39;t have the energy. Goodwill will have tons of fun. As I ventured out of my bedroom for the first time today, still shaken up from what has been going on, I can&#39;t believe I&#39;m finally free. I admit that not only because I&#39;m sick, but because I can&#39;t believe I have my house back that I did a little something and ran back into my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I walk around I saw all the mess he left behind. I see again the broken furniture, the dirty dishes. All I went to the kitchen to do was warm up a can of soup. It was too disgusting to do, so I started doing dishes. Something in my head told me that I should be angry for having to clean this mess. I don&#39;t think so. I am so relieved that he&#39;s gone and that this time when I cleaned it will stay cleaned that I did it with pleasure. My body didn&#39;t allow me to clear everything that needs to be done, even in the sink, but I was able to do enough to at least be able to warm my can of soup.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s going to take weeks of throwing away, picking up and several Goodwill trips to get this back in order. It is ok. It will also take time and several weeks/months to pick up the pieces of my life and move forward into the adventure of my new life without him. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4hNnUpSsOI/AAAAAAAAANg/y0PA_a1GfPY/s1600-h/IMG00149-20100226-1022.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4hNnUpSsOI/AAAAAAAAANg/y0PA_a1GfPY/s200/IMG00149-20100226-1022.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a quick second this morning I worried if he had arrived safe at his destination. He hasn&#39;t call to say that he did. I had a nightmare that something had happened to him and felt tempted to call to verify that he was alright. I played in my computer procrastinating that phone call, enough to talk to my sponsor who reminded me that he&#39;s no longer my responsibility. I&#39;m glad I didn&#39;t call. I don&#39;t want to give him the impression that I&#39;m still thinking about him or give him the remote thought that I want him back. God knows I don&#39;t. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have not read the bible or prayed in two days. I feel bad about it. It&#39;s mostly because I&#39;ve been in bed sick, but I&#39;ve made the commitment to start tonight. I&#39;m very grateful to the Lord for keeping me safe from this ordeal and I don&#39;t want to not pay attention to the affairs of my Father. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow I&#39;ll venture into what was his room for these six week. Hopefully nothing jumps out of the covers LOL!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/6012050150468681560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/6012050150468681560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/6012050150468681560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/6012050150468681560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2010/02/discovering-disaster-area-part-1.html' title='Discovering the disaster area Part 1'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4hLjHBXzdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/73qKCkmjUbo/s72-c/IMG00148-20100226-1022.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-7139345595799208885</id><published>2010-02-25T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:21:26.976-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finances"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight loss"/><title type='text'>The New Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Today is the first day of the rest of my life. A journey back to basics has a total new meaning for me. I still have dreams of being debt free and losing weight and live a healthy lifestyle, but the circumstances of my life have change. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Here I am at the bottom of my life: broken. I&#39;m broken physically, because I’m currently sick. I&#39;m broken emotionally, because I’m heartbroken after losing my husband and being in the middle of a divorce. Broken financially, because my debt has not been cleared but my income had decreased. Broken spiritually in front of my Creator who is the only that can put back the pieces of my broken life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;This will be a true journey of coming out of the ashes and becoming whole. I know this blog has been abandoned, but now that has a different purpose and that now I have more time in my hands I will be able to show the reconstruction that my life will bring. Even my house is broken. I walked around today and it looks like a disaster zone. Even the locksmith that came to change the locks last night thought that I had just moved in. My soon to be ex had packed half of the house to take it with him, but at plans changed, now I have a wreck of boxes half way packed, walls damaged by nights of anger, broken furniture that witness my darkness nights and dirty dishes from his last week of meals. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I’m coming out naked. I will take pictures of everything and post them. I don’t have anything to hide, but more than for my reader’s amusements, I want to able to look back and see where I came from. See the before and after pictures of God’s work in my life and my efforts to make it all new. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Last night I closed a book in my life, the books of sorrows and wills. I want God’s will for me; I know his ways will always be better than my ways. Allow these to be the pages that allow the story of this new book, it will be the book of restoration, the book of real love, the book of Hope!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/7139345595799208885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/7139345595799208885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/7139345595799208885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/7139345595799208885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-journey.html' title='The New Journey'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/S4dZAl6pahI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Q0b9bSI9soc/s72-c/road.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-4600845311577833280</id><published>2009-11-29T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:57:02.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Journey</title><content type='html'>After writing a novel, I&#39;m still kind of poetic, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this year I have come to realize that most of the goals I had set myself for this year have been out the window. The only one that I have truly achieve is the renewal of my relationship with God and that&#39;s the only one that matters.&lt;br /&gt;Live has thrown me some curves that were not anticipated,but now under the covering of the Father there&#39;s no fear, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/SxKnoN1JFCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x2G_SOW83zc/s1600/nano_09_winner_120x240.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409570411774546978&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/SxKnoN1JFCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x2G_SOW83zc/s200/nano_09_winner_120x240.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has also brought new aspects of my life. I have published my first short story and just finished with intentions of publications a novel in 30 days... OMG, and what 30 days those were.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this was one of those back to basic things that was not on my list but was deperately needed, get the writer out of me and be able to pour my soul, that&#39;s what I was born to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospective, I may have not been able to scratch of my list most of the things that were there and I have to even shamefully admit that some of the things that I had progressed on, now I have regressed, but isn&#39;t that what life is all about anyway? It&#39;s a journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t regret any moment of this year, any pain, any smile, any sleepless night, any tear, or every pound that came back...lol I think I&#39;m finally waking up to the realization that it&#39;s live and I&#39;m just living it.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoy your holidays, and remember that the simpler things in life are those that are free!&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/4600845311577833280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/4600845311577833280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/4600845311577833280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/4600845311577833280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2009/11/pause-of-journey.html' title='The Real Journey'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CuGQqrEMjfw/SxKnoN1JFCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x2G_SOW83zc/s72-c/nano_09_winner_120x240.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-3798548109603482051</id><published>2009-06-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:01:32.805-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Blessings and Crazies</title><content type='html'>This has been a very eventful week so far. Let me start with Saturday. My husband an&lt;a href=&quot;http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:xOcPiYew6MClHM:http://www.tmtiltup.com/images/Victory%2520World%2520Church%2520Norcross%2520GA%2520Front.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:xOcPiYew6MClHM:http://www.tmtiltup.com/images/Victory%2520World%2520Church%2520Norcross%2520GA%2520Front.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d I met at church, during our courtship we decided to change churches. We started attending Victory World Church, but we decided not to join right away. During the last three years we’ve been regularly attending there, but giving ourselves the chance to pray and visit other churches. After a lot of praying and thinking we decided to finally join the VWC family. Our membership class was great; the next step will be to join their small groups. We’re very excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After membership class we went to hubby’s godmother’s house. While there, one of his jobs leads call that they needed some documents for his application. We drove by; he took a test and passed with flying colors. The manager told him that she would call him Monday or Tuesday with a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:QCYjZnxyzqDQkM:http://www.plumberfinder.us/images/Plumber12.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:QCYjZnxyzqDQkM:http://www.plumberfinder.us/images/Plumber12.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday night I arrive at the house and our toilet in the master bedroom is clogged. Hubby tries to unclog it and it overflows with water all over the bathroom and parts of our bedroom. We don’t know what to do, we go to the first floor and now we see the ceiling in our living room leaking. We called a plumber and they came almost at 11 o’clock. Who knew that plumbers worked that late? $150 later it was all fixed…now it was cleaning time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon my husband received a call from the manager, He’s been hired!!!!! &lt;a href=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:IUvti05VxedGcM:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwpTCPJqMurQzrjeoKnDN9pQx8X9L-DOdxMi7eqtQBGzeqQlF9afoh74e9T6V_cBTj_48wsDh1O74SC4BmHVmx_Y9oiJjuK7pA5wgQ96H1tD7SEm5U3pSEZwmzFZMdaCDEJ8gT2FeKML8/s320/800px-Mohawk_of_Roger_Bonair-Agard_by_David_Shankbone.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:IUvti05VxedGcM:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwpTCPJqMurQzrjeoKnDN9pQx8X9L-DOdxMi7eqtQBGzeqQlF9afoh74e9T6V_cBTj_48wsDh1O74SC4BmHVmx_Y9oiJjuK7pA5wgQ96H1tD7SEm5U3pSEZwmzFZMdaCDEJ8gT2FeKML8/s320/800px-Mohawk_of_Roger_Bonair-Agard_by_David_Shankbone.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and would start the next morning. My husband decides to celebrate by going to the basketball court and shoot some hoops. He calls me to pick him up on my way home. He sends me a text message that I didn’t read until later, I wish I had…letting me know that he had experimented with a new haircut. As I’m driving into the park and talking to my husband on my cell phone, he tells me that he’s no longer at the court but waiting for me at the building across the street. I see this man with a Mohawk; it can not be my husband. I tell him, “tell me you’re &lt;a href=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:29fJpJXRdunwSM:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidotzelHIl3dOIeOw1u6VyqN3tfJm_PWVFqpPRWCFsR4y121l-yDcICTu4vY0QceFqN28jfWnGxIZRIwDbEULKFDbC63fqxF3LEyN9nISOmnENYuZm96vXV2oDxzKRhNT5nV6tNqwouis/s400/beckhambuzz2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:29fJpJXRdunwSM:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidotzelHIl3dOIeOw1u6VyqN3tfJm_PWVFqpPRWCFsR4y121l-yDcICTu4vY0QceFqN28jfWnGxIZRIwDbEULKFDbC63fqxF3LEyN9nISOmnENYuZm96vXV2oDxzKRhNT5nV6tNqwouis/s400/beckhambuzz2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not the one with the Mohawk” he said, “oh crap”. I have to admit that I overreacted. Yes, it didn’t look good on him, but I didn’t need to make a scene out of it. All I could think of was that he was going to look like a red Mr. T on his first day of work. Needless to say, he fixed it and he looks like my handsome husband again. I did ask him what possessed him to do this. He said he was trying something different and that until I parked him in front of the mirror he didn’t realize how bad it looked. This is the new hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgot to tell me that he needed a button up white shirt, which he doesn’t have, for his first day. We had to get up early and go to Wally World and get it. At the register, I’m so tired and confused that I couldn’t find my debit card. He got frustrated with me and said, “This is ridiculous that you can’t find your debit card”. I think my eyes told him everything my mouth didn’t. I finally told him that it was unfair for him to get frustrated, coming from the person who rarely knows where his head is at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is not over. I have company coming over this weekend, so this shall be pretty interesting between entertaining, dealing with his new job and shifts and handling everything else. My visitor leaves on Tuesday and I’ve asked for Wednesday off to rest. Knowing my luck, my husband will have to work that day and I will have to get up very early to take him to work. Such is life! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: took all the pictures from the internet, none of them are mine. if you need to be credited just page me in the comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/3798548109603482051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/3798548109603482051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/3798548109603482051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/3798548109603482051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2009/06/blessings-and-crazies.html' title='Blessings and Crazies'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-2978057017578016825</id><published>2009-06-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:52:47.123-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finances"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journey"/><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>Since my husband lost his job we had to stop his treatment because we just couldn’t afford it. That was a bad decision on our part as the truth has been that we can’t afford for him to not be ok. In a leap of faith I made an appointment for him today and we went this morning. We have a different doctor, and after this first session I really don’t regret it, he doesn’t either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have contacted a financial advisor to work on my budget. I need to tighten up even more if he’s going to continue treatment. He gave me good and bad news. The good news is that he thinks I’m managing everything great and as lean as possible. The bad news, we don’t qualify for any assistance due to my income, so the only thing we can do at this point is keep praying for my husband to obtain employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate plan is to reduce our cable subscription to basic as I have a contract and I’m unable to cancel. Thanks to hulu.com we will not miss any of our shows. The financial advisor also advised that I call my credit card company; he thinks I’m paying way too much on a monthly payment for what we currently owe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the health front, the hubby has been taking advantage of his gym membership subscription, which is attached to a contract. I started working out again yesterday after the kick off from the hashing. For day one I did a two mile walk. I weighed myself this morning and I had gained 4 pounds. That’s fine; they will be coming right off as soon as soon as I get on gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that everything is going to be alright. I know God is behind us, not only as our provider but also teaching us how to live. It was my desire when I started this journey to live a simple uncomplicated life for multiple reasons; financially, spiritually and health. God is just helping us keep our word that we’re going to make this journey happen as we trust in his provision and in what’s truly important in life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/2978057017578016825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/2978057017578016825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/2978057017578016825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/2978057017578016825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2009/06/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-1046365850669058356</id><published>2009-06-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:48:31.962-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hashing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outdoors"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="running"/><title type='text'>Not a virgin anymore!</title><content type='html'>When was the last time I heard that. This doesn’t relate to a sexual experience, but about what we did this weekend. For the first time in my life I went hashing. What is hashing? Is a group of people who like beer and exercise and they sort of combine both in an activity form. They lay a route through an unmarked trail. Yes, the middle of the woods type thing. It’s not a competition, as I thought it was, it just a matter of making it…the price at the end…beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few flaws in this experience for me. I love the outdoors and adventure, so does the husband, who had a blast. This was somewhat more extreme. As a “virgin”, as they call the newbies, I was not prepared enough to endure what was about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;1. I had the competition mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I sent my husband at the front because I know I’m way slower than him, so I figured I could do it at my pace, but I didn’t want to be the last one back. I have been working out since December, and even in a somewhat hilly park, I’ve been able to walk/jog for two miles. This trail was supposed to be four miles. Given the fact that I had walked 6 miles around Stone Mountain and the previous factor I figured I would be fine. Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I started running. This was in the middle of the woods, meaning, it was hills, valleys, mountains and between trees. Five minutes running, my heart and lungs advised me how stupid was to start this as a race. I saw everyone take off running, so I did the same…not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Not being prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have asthma. My inhaler was in my backpack. My backpack was in the truck that would be waiting for us at the end. After the first five minutes I started feeling short winded, my body never caught up with me. I kept pushing down the road until I felt dizzy. I had to make several stops to catch up my breath and make sure I was not going to pass out. I prayed, I prayed A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no water with me. I had some leaving the start line, so I figured I would be ok for four miles. Again, wrong! After the initial part, there were no trees; it was just hills, valleys; up and down two mountains in the open. It was very hot, 105 degrees if you ask me. I got overheated dehydrated and yes, in the middle of an asthma attack… I was having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of my stops, a lady ran next to me. By the Grace of God she happened to be a nurse. She’s a regular hasher, so she knew everyone in the group. She ran towards the crowd and found someone (smarter than me) who she knew was asthmatic and brought back an inhaler. Another lady, in her sixties and a retired nurse, was walking behind me and because of my stops caught up with me. She had some water and helped me out. These two angels stayed with me for the rest of the trail. I had made it so far into the route that there was no point in turning back; it would have been just as bad. The older lady called the Hares (leaders of the hashing) and told them what was going on. They gave them an alternate route to get me back to the camp quicker. The original trail included crossing a swamp, so they tried to keep me away from the water. I don’t know if my route ended up being worse as it included an extra mountain, but I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the second mountain, another hasher found us and came with a second inhaler. They didn’t know I had already been assisted in that area. He brought ice cold water. Thank you Jesus! I drank some and pour some over my head, face and chest. It felt like living again. I asked him to not alert my husband that I was having trouble. He said he already knew. Oh crap! was the first thing that came to my head. I was feeling better and didn’t want to worry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The after party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Once you make it in, and after my husband gave me a hundred kisses…lol, they feed you snacks and beer. They sing songs and nominate people for awards and punishments…but not real punishments, it’s all about the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was a medical emergency to them, my husband was a hero. A seasoned female hasher got stuck in the swamp and the other gentlemen were unable to get her out. My handsome hunk of a husband was able to get her out. She and her husband could not say enough to thank him. She too thought she was going to die. My response to them was that it was all fair game. God placed some people to help me and had placed my husband there to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do it again? The jury is still out. The hubby and I have been talking about it all weekend and we both agree in what the pros and cons are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both love the outdoors &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neither of us is scared of extreme experiences. ( I’d be more prepared next time I promise)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had fun. Yes there were some scary stuff, but it was tons of fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people there were adorable, very caring and fun. We really liked them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The language-&lt;/strong&gt; I’m not a purist by any means, but this was way more that I could handle. Even my husband who is more used to it than me found it too extreme for him. Let me paint a picture here, if the after party was televised, there would be no audio, it would all be bleeped, so you could not hear a thing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Names- &lt;/strong&gt;Somewhat continuing the prior topic. You don’t use your name, after your fifth hash the group gives you a hashing name. Well the name is based on things that you’ve done wrong or said which is ok…The turn off part is that your name is related to a body part, sexual act or cuss words (all of them, if you can think of it it’s included, all in slang of course, if you’re disgusted by it, it was included too) Their songs have the same content as well. So neither of us wants to be named after one of our reproductive organs or any one of our private marital activities. Again, not a purist, but it was a little bit too much for my taste. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beer-&lt;/strong&gt; It’s just not my alcoholic drink of choice. I don’t like the taste of beer and their activities revolve around beer. They call themselves “a group of beer drinkers with a running problem”, if you catch the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look online to see if there were other groups with similar activities that didn’t include the beer and had other formats and couldn’t find one. I had not worked out in a couple of months and this was a great kick off. It really kicked me off...LOL. So yes we had tons of fun, enjoyed ourselves, but the jury is still out if this is ever happening again in this setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/1046365850669058356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/1046365850669058356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/1046365850669058356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/1046365850669058356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-virgin-anymore.html' title='Not a virgin anymore!'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-7003547219346964705</id><published>2009-04-23T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:14:27.198-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finances"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight loss"/><title type='text'>Back on my feet</title><content type='html'>Sometime I just forget to write, not because I don’t have anything to write about, just because there’s so much going on that I sulk in myself instead of pouring out all those things I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finance journey is at a halt. My husband lost his job two months ago and has not been able to find a new one. I think in a way, this has truly been a back to basics journey. I’ve had to deal with health issues without money and depending on what my mother, grandmother and Mother Nature could provide for me. Yes it took longer than what the pharmaceuticals could provide, but I think I came up stronger.  Even though our relationship is always a challenge, I have to admit that it A LOT better, more peaceful and harmonious, and that feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has taught us to be creative about not financial freedom, but budgeting. It makes you think twice about what you really need when you don’t have it to waste. For some this would be a calamity. I feel like I’m just back in school, learning how to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I’ve lost 25 pounds. The reality is I could have lost more if I would have been more dedicated and if I didn’t have had that 6 week hiatus of workouts due to my health. It was a gloomy period on my life and I feel now that I’m coming out of the shadows and that I’m coming out strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to our old church and it has also been a return to God. It has meant regrouping our spiritual feeding and re-evaluating what we’re doing with our times and resources in this short span of life given. We have not moved much yet in any direction, but again, I think we’re on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know if anyone is reading this blog, I just hope that God places it in the way of anyone who’s discourage and think that they’re alone battling life and know that they’re not. That one step at a time everything can be conquered.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/7003547219346964705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/7003547219346964705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/7003547219346964705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/7003547219346964705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-on-my-feet.html' title='Back on my feet'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-2016041842600319887</id><published>2009-02-09T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:29:44.821-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>The reality is that our budget is still a struggle. My dear husband has been able to secure a second job, but it’s PRN, so now he has two jobs that we never know how many hours a week will represent. It still should be more money, which is good to get us out of this hole. I feel we’re just still catching up, instead of making progress. Just one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost 15 pounds! I know it’s a good accomplishment, but it’s still not enough for me. The difference between this time and any prior attempts is that, even though I’m not with the same fire I started, I’m really going to do for life and that’s engrained in my life. I’ve done a lot of changes, little ones that can be considered a “back to basics” thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve changed my milk. – All my life I use to drink 2%. I adamantly thought that I could not go under that because in my mind it would taste nasty. I heard that it would cut my calories and take 50% of the milk fat. So I tried it and now I’m sold, 1% milk it is&lt;br /&gt;Whole wheat- I have successfully eliminated the “whites”, bread, rice and pasta. For the rice, I though it was going to be a struggle because it’s so hard to cook. I found pre-bagged rice that it’s boiled in 10 minutes… a life saver! Pasta, I’ve been trying to limit them to a minimum. I use bean sprouts for soups instead of noodles. It gives you the impression of noodles, but it’s a vegetable.  I make my own muffins and they’re all done with whole wheat flour.&lt;br /&gt;Potatoes- I can’t say they’re totally out of my life, but I’ve been using more sweet potatoes than white ones lately.&lt;br /&gt;I’m working out. I know I need to do more of this, but as of right now I’m doing a minimum of two days a week for 30 minutes. I usually do the 3rd and 4th day, but 2 has been my absolute minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst my accomplishments in this area I have to say:&lt;br /&gt;My sugar levels have normalized.&lt;br /&gt;My hormones have seemed to work better&lt;br /&gt;I sleep better&lt;br /&gt;Since I’m doing a lot of food planning, my food budget has become better&lt;br /&gt;Despite our struggles, this has helped our marriage to be better and make us work more as a team. This has been a big plus. I think we had not realized how far we where from each other until we started this journey, but the gap is closing. Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the Lord, this is still our area of weakness. Hubby’s schedules have kept us from being able to be active at church. I think that we can do more on our daily lives to give God more of our individual time and we don’t. To me is sad to say that, I wouldn’t want to “schedule God” like I have scheduled everything else, but I guess that would be better than what I’m doing right now, which is give HIM crumbs of my time. I don’t forget and I do appreciate everything HE does for me, every single day. I talk and sort of pray, my way… but I do feel like I still need to do more and get closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this year unfolds, this is just February, so I guess I’m not doing too badly for what we have though out to be a 2 yr plan of revamping our lives. I know my OCD self thinks, that I have not done enough. I have to remind myself that it will be ok and that if God allows me life, we will be living the basic, peaceful, loving life we desire.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/2016041842600319887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/2016041842600319887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/2016041842600319887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/2016041842600319887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-140754664035149755</id><published>2009-01-15T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:40:46.118-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual"/><title type='text'>Finding Love</title><content type='html'>Part of my journey back to basics includes, going back to myself. A self that if I think about it I never had, but I recognize I was supposed to have as a human being. I was born with a purpose and I know that I saw it for a minute, but then I lost it. I was chasing the wrong things and by the time I realized it, I was too far gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never loved myself. I was watching Oprah last night on my computer and she said “it’s not an issue of weight; it’s an issue of love”. She’s absolutely right, the question is do you love yourself enough to take care of yourself. Since I’ve never loved myself before, this is a journey to find that love in me. I use to tell people that you can’t give what you don’t have and right now, I’ve been giving empty love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this journey has been returning to my spiritual path. I was going for two years, but didn’t join their membership. In December, in a knee jerk reaction my husband spoke for both of us and we joined a small church that we went to visit. Although I have expressed a lot of resistance to that quick decision, in my heart of hearts I know that it was the right decision. We are able to interact with others at a more personal level. My husband feels better, more supported, more committed. Even when I have not joined any committees or groups I feel at home. Now I have to work on my prayer life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically I’ve been doing well. I’m scared that some curve will throw me out of my streak. I’ve been working out 3-4 times a week. I’ve gotten organized with my meals and have been cooking healthy meals on Sunday and then all I have to do is reheat for the rest of the week. Tiredness and stress are no longer an excuse to overeat. I have eliminated alcohol drinking, not that I was an habitual drinker, but I have to admit that whenever I had a stressful day, my first thought was to that glass of wine at home. Not anymore, if I have a special occasion where I wanted to have a drink I will, but I refuse to treat my body like that. Exercise has helped me deal with my stress levels better. My joke is that it’s not due to exercise making me feel better, but because I’m too tired to care about petty things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding myself that this is a journey and not a sprint. It’s scary because I’ve had similar goals before and I’ve failed. I think the difference in my commitment is simply that I am better equipped and that I have made the decision to do this for ME.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/140754664035149755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/140754664035149755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/140754664035149755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/140754664035149755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2009/01/finding-love.html' title='Finding Love'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-3864734880756023634</id><published>2008-12-11T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:46:24.118-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life changes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Basics in Love</title><content type='html'>At the door of an anniversary, just like at the end of the year, one tends to review what we did during this past time. This was a challenging year for us: emotionally, spiritually and financially. We survived. We’re still here and in love. We grew as individuals and as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for me, is learning to move forward. We have to learn to not repeat the same mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a conversation this morning on how our relationship has been transformed. Yes, there have been a lot of positive improvements, but we’ve lost some of the humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our commitment this weekend is to review and remember the good things that have happened this last year and definitely go back to the core values and back to the basics of romance. Re-light that passionate candle that it’s in us, which are not dead; it just has been swamped by the daily routine and the growing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see why people renew their vows. It’s the way to renew the commitment for lifetime to fight the good fight with your life partner.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/3864734880756023634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/3864734880756023634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/3864734880756023634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/3864734880756023634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2008/12/basics-in-love.html' title='Basics in Love'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-3493683750803868707</id><published>2008-12-08T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:51:24.541-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technology"/><title type='text'>More Adjustments</title><content type='html'>Well, the weekend is over. We survived our first budgeted weekend and we&#39;re left with $7...not bad. I was able to even put some money towards some past due bills, not clear them, but at least put something.I think somewhat this has helped our relationship. It also has helped with my emotions. I think I had given up on life for a moment and had retreated to just letting the hours go by. It has helped me value does little things that my husband does for me and I take for granted. I have been able to stop and smell the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for entertainment, he spent most of the weekend playing Wii. He read some of his book, but got bored and told me I could return it today with the ones I was returning. I read two books this weekend, listen to an audio book and wrote most of my Christmas cards. I also did five loads of laundry, but that&#39;s the never-ending task. I feel like I&#39;m not doing enough and am being lazy. But I caught myself in that line of thinking this morning and decided to stop. If I&#39;m honest with myself, I&#39;ve been doing too much, having my hands in way too much to the point of burnout and that&#39;s when it hit the fan.I think in my road to recovery, which is starting slow, things are going to work out. I see us discovering each other. I&#39;m finally getting some energy from resting and reading and eating better. Overall, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society draws us to the addiction of the commodities that then become necessities, but they&#39;re really unnecessary. I disconnected the Internet on my cell phone, readjusted our plan to fewer minutes and cancelled our subscription to our mailed movies. I estimate that it will be a savings of about $50 a month. It might not sound much, but it really is. I called them addictions, because I did not believe something as trivial as the Internet on my phone was going to cause withdrawals on me. Even though I still have it until the end of the month, in my mind it’s already gone. I caught myself thinking about how sucky it was, when I was in the living room not able to access my email or Facebook page. Now, who am I that need access to the Internet in my living room, when all I have to do is get off my lazy behind and go to our computer in our bedroom? I&#39;m not the big CEO of a company whose shares are going to crash if I don&#39;t answer an email. I don&#39;t even check Facebook that much. It was just the fact that I could have it and now I didn&#39;t. I had only included the internet a year ago, when I got my first PDA and joined Facebook after the harassing emails from friends. Why was this so important today? My theory is that technological advances have made us into bratty teenagers that want everything that is new. Unfortunately instead of making our lives easier, it&#39;s making it harder. Why? It has limited our thinking and troubleshooting skills. It has caused people to isolated to their &quot;online&quot; relationships, instead on working on their &quot;at home&quot; relationships, including our relationship with God and the one with ourselves. I am guilty as charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I&#39;m not a purist. I don&#39;t think computers; cell phone and the Internet are the devil. I do think that every now and again, we need to pull the plug and smell the roses. Life is just once and we&#39;re wasting so much of it on what&#39;s not real or necessary.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/3493683750803868707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/3493683750803868707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/3493683750803868707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/3493683750803868707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-adjustments.html' title='More Adjustments'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-8848540303360397717</id><published>2008-12-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:52:48.502-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Weekend Challenge</title><content type='html'>I think I started this idea on my own. Being married makes it difficult to fulfill total lifetime changes if your journey partner is not part of the game. I tend to forget that for several reasons. First, I’m a very independent woman, second, I’m recently married, and so this sharing decision-making is still a work in progress. Thank God I have a great understanding husband that usually think that my ideas should be presented at NASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally had a long conversation with the man about my idea of back to basics. I know in theory he agreed and was fascinated with the idea, but in the day-to-day practicality, I think we’re going to have some challenges. If he had the resources, he would buy the latest gadget that comes out on the market every week, just because it is the latest gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those low money weeks, like many that we have. This weekend I wanted to approach it with a different attitude. When hubby saw his paycheck he was very disappointed. We decided to deposit the majority of it, but keep $42 for the weekend. He said, that’s for today, right”… I said.&quot;No, for the weekend” He looked puzzled. I explained that this plan was developed into several parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 Detox- this is the part where we see where the immediate cuts can be made and what are those unnecessary expenses we currently have. Of course, everyone wants to have fun, but we’ve been having fun beyond our means that’s why we can’t afford to pay our bills and our credit cards are suffocating us. From now on we have a budget. I don’t know how long this phase is, but I think that if we can do it for 2 months, we’ll be good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 Learning how to budget- I’m pretty good with numbers although I’m not particularly interested in them. I guess all those statistics and math classes are going to come in handy. I think that once we get over the current hump, at least be caught up with the bills that are behind, and then I can make a realistic budget and live within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 Debt Free- That’s our greatest goal. We estimate that once we enter into a tight budget and we put any extras into the debt and not the “fun”, we should be out of this hole in two-three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4 New Place- Once debts free, we know we need a bigger house; we just can’t afford one with our current finances. It is our hope that if we have cancel our debt, we’ll also be able to build some savings for those things that we’ve been wanting. It’s my hope that our hard training from living with the essentials doesn’t go away. I don’t want to be debt free so that I can afford to harbor things again. I do want a bigger place, where I can have a place for my four legged child or children by then to have a place to play and share with their friends. I want more space so that I can offer my house as a center or collection for assistance to others and a place where others in needs can find refuge. I do some of that now, but we would all be more comfortable with an additional room and some backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 my greatest dream- to give back- and I have to say it’s our dream, not mine alone. I’ve heard my husband on plenty occasions say how he wishes to help others. He does what he can with what he has, but if we could do more, we would love to. To live the rest of our lives enjoying making others smile and that when there’s a need we can supply, having a provision to do so. It would be so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the weekend challenge. To make matters worse, it started on my mother’s birthday. I told my husband that I would exclude gas from the budget as I was running real low and I had already separated different money for it. As I’m typing this we have 1.1 day to go. Part of the challenge was not only to stay within the $42 budgeted, but to have fun in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the challenge was on, the first obstacle came to place. We were going to take my mother to lunch. She decided on her own that she wanted to eat at a sandwich place. Whew, I thought. How did we make it healthy and budget friendly? Hubby of course asked for a foot long sandwich, but no sides. My mom and I asked for combos, the combos bring a side and a drink, but the drinks are unlimited. We shared the drinks, all diet sodas (not healthy but better than regular), my mom and I chose apple slices for a side and we share them, we let hubby chose the other side and gave it to him. In all we spent $15 and everyone was well fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day with my mom, which was in essence what she wanted as a present. My brother had sent money and she wanted to go shopping with it. I bought her a sweater that was previously budgeted for, so that was separate and help her spend the rest of her gift. I cooked a home meal for diner, which was also what she wanted as she doesn’t like too much the food from the senior place she lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we had a sweet craving, we wanted dessert. To save you from a long story we spent the night looking for a sugar free apple pie that we never found. We used some of our money to buy our puppy her food, and a few groceries, about $12 total. Our search was more fun than craving as we were still bouncing stores at 3am, without spending anything but steps (hey, that’s counts as exercise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the dog park. It was freezing, and we hadn’t had breakfast. This is a bad habit that needs to be worked on. We stopped at the gas station and got coffee and a hot dog. Not the best meal, but better than burgers and fries, just a plain ole hot dog with a bit of mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park and stayed there for two hours. Came home and I cooked us dinner. We were still looking for that apple pie. We went back to other three supermarkets and Eureka! $5.99 and we have a whole pie, plus the husband decided to be bad and buy glazed donuts. It is Saturday night and we still have more than $7. To me, that is very impressive, considering that usually by now we would have spent $200 on a typical weekend. Yes, the $12 in desserts was totally unnecessary in our financial and physical plan…but it served as more than 12 hrs of entertainment, laughs and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;I’m headed to play bowling and tennis with him. Not a dime more to spend, it’s in the Nintendo Wii. The dog is exhausted from all the excitement and it’s snoring in my bed. Let’s see what tomorrow will bring.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/8848540303360397717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/8848540303360397717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/8848540303360397717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/8848540303360397717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-challenge.html' title='Weekend Challenge'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3722915603357599148.post-6556633501871610486</id><published>2008-12-03T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:35:59.036-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budget"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life changes"/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I have been looking for a forum where I can share my journey. I have other blogs, for what goes on with my dog and my business, but what about me? Saying that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; sound selfish. I guess more than that I think the fact that I want to share it makes it somewhat better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I want to talk about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to share the joys and challenges of my marriage, which is about to start its second year. A lot of people decided that they wanted to blog their first year of marriage. That&#39;s fine, I want and hope that I will be able to blog years to come. Some of its challenges can be brought up as well. We have special circumstances that I&#39;m sure can help other go through theirs as well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to share my journey to a better me. I&#39;ve always taken care of others until now I&#39;m empty. I can&#39;t take care of anyone if I&#39;m not here. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My exercise journey. This is a must do, that I&#39;m too lazy to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My health and my journey to recovery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reactivation of my brain. For the last couple of years I have drifted in a place of boredom. I stopped being who I am and I&#39;m working slowly coming out. I&#39;m redefining what I want. I don&#39;t want fame, beauty or glory. I want my brain to still think intelligibly, learn new and exciting things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My expressions. I&#39;ve been a writer since I was 14 yrs old. I&#39;ve written poetry, even won awards for some of my pieces. Seven novels written and destroyed. Since 2002 all I&#39;ve written are vents and bill checks. I&#39;m hoping my muse will come back and maybe I can be able to write again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most important my journey back to basics. I think at the doors of 2009 and 3.5 yrs before I turn 40 has given me the chance to reflect on what&#39;s really important. Many people collapse without &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access, their cell phones, their MC Nuggets, vacation on Hawaii...whatever. Is that true happiness? Not to me. Don&#39;t get me wrong, I don&#39;t plan to walk to work (10 miles in a very congested highway) and never watch TV and churn my own butter...nope! But I&#39;m talking about what really matters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We&#39;re living in a world with financial crisis, people going in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;bankruptcy&lt;/span&gt;, losing their homes, their jobs with nothing to fall back on. I have the theory that if we lived simpler lives, for the most of us, our salaries would be more than enough to support us and help a neighbor. We have engaged in this rampage of having more and more...of what? Aren&#39;t your closets full of things you don&#39;t even look at? We live in the world of the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; and the satisfaction of what I crave NOW! and then what? just pay the consequences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think as a society we have stopped thinking and we&#39;re just automatically doing what feels good and not what makes sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/feeds/6556633501871610486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3722915603357599148/6556633501871610486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/6556633501871610486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3722915603357599148/posts/default/6556633501871610486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytobasics.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>therisingmuse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638162202794832268</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/AVvXsEiyqrsL1ey2JHLIzQNDtu1MCOG1jfyTQtwJ4q9xdv-YHCVLCDNUMN7xAyWiODS7tB-npdQN_2HbeTbkh4q_cMnHaiN7Djlw1I_NEDZUjsO80ne5h6Hl91-l_-dPbfEHuw/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>