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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: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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHQns5fSp7ImA9WhBaEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216</id><updated>2013-05-21T09:03:53.525-05:00</updated><category term="education" /><category term="personal" /><category term="politics" /><title>Real Life Musings</title><subtitle type="html">Welcome! The writings here are random musings about life, politics, and education.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</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/RealLifeMusings" /><feedburner:info uri="reallifemusings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>RealLifeMusings</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QBQXo5fCp7ImA9WhBbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-9142298224722387718</id><published>2013-05-14T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T08:49:10.424-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-14T08:49:10.424-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Gene Testing for Cancer</title><summary type="html">The first bit of news I wake up to today is about Angelina Jolie's preventive double mastectomy.... wow....Well, good for her. I'm glad she's taking a proactive approach and I'm sure her coming forward with this news will prompt other people to get their genes tested for cancer too.

So far my family has only ever suffered from smaller health issues, such as migraines and urinary infections, but &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/QOT2rIFCpnM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9142298224722387718/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=9142298224722387718&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/9142298224722387718?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/9142298224722387718?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/QOT2rIFCpnM/gene-testing-for-cancer.html" title="Gene Testing for Cancer" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/05/gene-testing-for-cancer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GSX8-fCp7ImA9WhBbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-6724369913020470064</id><published>2013-05-12T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T12:32:08.154-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-12T12:32:08.154-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Mother's Day</title><summary type="html">
"All that I am, 

or hope to be, 

I owe to my angel mother."

~ Abraham Lincoln ~




I'm blessed to have a mom who taught me the strength of what it is to be a mother, and I'm blessed to have the opportunity to be a mom to my three wonderful girls.




Happy Mother's Day to all mothers and mothers to be!




&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/dFDK6uzOq9Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6724369913020470064/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=6724369913020470064&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/6724369913020470064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/6724369913020470064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/dFDK6uzOq9Q/mothers-day.html" title="Mother's Day" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/05/mothers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMRns8eip7ImA9WhBWGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-6385118973533003734</id><published>2013-04-14T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-04-14T10:46:27.572-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-04-14T10:46:27.572-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><title>Daughter of Refugees: My Childhood School Years</title><summary type="html">Awhile back, my youngest daughter's school had Grandparent's Day, a special day for grandparents to visit the classroom. My daughter invited her grandma on my side of the family.

On the day of the event, my mom arrived and I explained to her what the event was and in general what they would probably be doing at school. Then I dropped my mom and my daughter off. 

After school was over later that&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/7rXrP5W4s8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6385118973533003734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=6385118973533003734&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/6385118973533003734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/6385118973533003734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/7rXrP5W4s8I/daughter-of-refugees-my-childhood.html" title="Daughter of Refugees: My Childhood School Years" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/04/daughter-of-refugees-my-childhood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIBSH8_fCp7ImA9WhBXFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-35300866511269505</id><published>2013-03-28T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-28T23:49:19.144-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-28T23:49:19.144-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>The Meaning Behind My Tattoos</title><summary type="html">To me, tattoos are personal and meaningful artwork bestowed upon the body. I have two tattoos, and both have significant meaning to me.

The first one represents my family. My name in Hmong is Nou (or "Hnub" as spelled in my native language--pronounced "new"), and it means sun. Hence the image of the rising or setting sun. The bonsai is my husband's favorite tree, and the three little birds are &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/JY0YaBT0uqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/35300866511269505/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=35300866511269505&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/35300866511269505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/35300866511269505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/JY0YaBT0uqY/the-meaning-behind-my-tattoos.html" title="The Meaning Behind My Tattoos" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1A4WVhhCwc/UVENGxfZPiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/eFyxbKWVJQ4/s72-c/sunsettree+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-meaning-behind-my-tattoos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QGR3o7eyp7ImA9WhBQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-7984896980746742437</id><published>2013-03-13T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-13T21:48:46.403-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-03-13T21:48:46.403-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Hope Revisited</title><summary type="html">When I was a child, I thought I could be anything I wanted. Anything at all.

It's what we're taught in school, right? It's what many parents tell their children. It's what I find myself repeating to my kids sometimes when we sit down and talk about their future. I want them to know that with hard work and determination, yes, it's true... they can become anything they want.

Right???

Now we can &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/igVFqToR6ac" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7984896980746742437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=7984896980746742437&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/7984896980746742437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/7984896980746742437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/igVFqToR6ac/hope-revisited.html" title="Hope Revisited" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/03/hope-revisited.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcHQH0_eSp7ImA9WhBREEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-8507788419530676501</id><published>2013-02-28T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-02-28T17:27:11.341-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-02-28T17:27:11.341-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><title>Does racism still exist in our day and age?</title><summary type="html">


One of the most intriguing topics my students and I sometimes broach is that of racism and in particular whether it exists today or not. It's a touchy subject, because there are so many varying perspectives and of course no simple answers. 



I recently watched a video of Tim Wise, anti-racism activist. It's a long video (the lecture itself is 1 hour and 17 minutes). But I think it's worth &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/Go0TiYW5fJc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8507788419530676501/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=8507788419530676501&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8507788419530676501?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8507788419530676501?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/Go0TiYW5fJc/does-racism-still-exist-in-our-day-and.html" title="Does racism still exist in our day and age?" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/02/does-racism-still-exist-in-our-day-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMQ3k4eCp7ImA9WhNaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-2279976547175733176</id><published>2013-01-24T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-24T10:04:42.730-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-24T10:04:42.730-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Goal-Making</title><summary type="html">Goals for me are the foundation of life. They are the structure on which I build my family, friends, education, and profession. Everything I do, I try to ensure it revolves around my goals. That's how I know if I'm on the right path.

If you're struggling in life, remember this: as long as you have goals, you can endure the most difficult of situations, even the most torturous.

Goals need to be &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/fJQDPkakVuQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2279976547175733176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=2279976547175733176&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/2279976547175733176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/2279976547175733176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/fJQDPkakVuQ/goal-making.html" title="Goal-Making" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/01/goal-making.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENQHY5eSp7ImA9WhNbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-4461130032223193920</id><published>2013-01-17T01:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-17T01:11:31.821-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-17T01:11:31.821-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Dear Friend...</title><summary type="html">Dear friend who I've known for nearly half of my life,

Remember those books? I still read them from time to time. I still think about you from time to time. Just wondering how you're doing. What you're up to. Why we don't talk anymore. Whether you have done that thing that you said you might do someday.

I learned a lot from you. About philosophy. Politics. Religion. People. Life. 

It was you &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/Kdmnl82iAdY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4461130032223193920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=4461130032223193920&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/4461130032223193920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/4461130032223193920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/Kdmnl82iAdY/dear-friend.html" title="Dear Friend..." /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/01/dear-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHRHo-fCp7ImA9WhNUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-5494233730546841850</id><published>2013-01-01T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-01-01T17:52:15.454-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-01-01T17:52:15.454-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>2013 To Do List</title><summary type="html">Two things.

There are really only two things on my to-do list for this new year, but they encompass a lot.

1) Do more, see more, be more.

This includes traveling. I will be going to Japan this summer. I also have some camping in Wisconsin's popular Door County as well as a getaway trip planned for the Upper Peninsula.

I want to get more fit, and by this, I mean toning up my body. Riding my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/6Md-tdZAZn4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5494233730546841850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=5494233730546841850&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/5494233730546841850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/5494233730546841850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/6Md-tdZAZn4/2013-to-do-list.html" title="2013 To Do List" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2013/01/2013-to-do-list.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHSXw7eyp7ImA9WhNWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-7594028580165228158</id><published>2012-12-14T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-12-14T14:18:58.203-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-14T14:18:58.203-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><title>Connecticut Elementary School Shooting</title><summary type="html">I just read in the news today about one of my biggest fears--the school shooting in Connecticut.  :( 

I can't fathom why someone would want to walk into a school and shoot anyone, especially innocent children.

As a parent, it is my biggest fear. You send your children to school everyday thinking they'll be safe and that they'll return to you at the end of the day. But that may not always be the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/pbYrmTCQTsY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7594028580165228158/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=7594028580165228158&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/7594028580165228158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/7594028580165228158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/pbYrmTCQTsY/connecticut-elementary-school-shooting.html" title="Connecticut Elementary School Shooting" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/12/connecticut-elementary-school-shooting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNQH44fCp7ImA9WhNQGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-1240583296910795630</id><published>2012-11-19T19:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-11-26T09:34:51.034-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-11-26T09:34:51.034-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Gratitude and a Happy Thanksgiving</title><summary type="html">
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I am happy about Obama's re-election and happy that Elizabeth Warren has won the Senate seat in Massachusetts. She is the greatest, and yes, even though I'm in Wisconsin and obviously she's not my senator, I am still thrilled nonetheless. I love her views and her passion in advocating for consumers and the middle class.

Here in Wisconsin, I'm glad that Tammy Baldwin won for Senate. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/uZy4O5hSdhM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8122907853975640247/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=8122907853975640247&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8122907853975640247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8122907853975640247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/uZy4O5hSdhM/election.html" title="Election" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/11/election.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ERH84fCp7ImA9WhNSEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-8466739423427613197</id><published>2012-10-24T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-24T23:21:45.134-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-24T23:21:45.134-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>More Photos of Fall</title><summary type="html">











I wish I'd gotten out earlier in the season for photos when more leaves were still clinging to branches and when colors were more vibrant. It's already getting late in the autumn season here in Wisconsin... many of the leaves have already journeyed their way down to the ground, faded and turned dry. 

By the way, these photos (with the exception of the last three) were taken with my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/lt-vjePh2-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8466739423427613197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=8466739423427613197&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8466739423427613197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8466739423427613197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/lt-vjePh2-Q/more-photos-of-fall.html" title="More Photos of Fall" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wIaNimJeXXU/UIi6ey_NavI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fbmmbSvMdyI/s72-c/IMG_1541.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/10/more-photos-of-fall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBQ3gzeyp7ImA9WhNTEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-4406659926564414017</id><published>2012-10-13T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-13T13:39:12.683-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-13T13:39:12.683-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Learning How to Say No</title><summary type="html">It's so hard to say no. I've started on my MBA program and am busy lately with that, in addition to working so much. However, I've just received two contracts to take on more work at one of my part-time jobs. On-the-side jobs.

I know I'm so busy already, and I know I should just say no to the contracts. I know, I know.

But.... but.... haha.... Help me out please. lol

You see, it's not a desire&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/0VlGJbP9vO0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4406659926564414017/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=4406659926564414017&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/4406659926564414017?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/4406659926564414017?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/0VlGJbP9vO0/learning-how-to-say-no.html" title="Learning How to Say No" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/10/learning-how-to-say-no.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04MSH4zcCp7ImA9WhJaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-8273789797439564582</id><published>2012-10-02T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-02T09:59:49.088-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-02T09:59:49.088-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>The Autumn Season</title><summary type="html">



I love autumn, when leaves turn into flowers.




&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/MpyTb7MBld0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8273789797439564582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=8273789797439564582&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8273789797439564582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/8273789797439564582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/MpyTb7MBld0/the-autumn-season.html" title="The Autumn Season" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--STOY7-9KOY/UGsBC6nMfhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5Rt4hnIfblc/s72-c/IMG_2075.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-autumn-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGR3w9fSp7ImA9WhJaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-7299506389483859609</id><published>2012-09-28T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-10-01T01:07:06.265-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-01T01:07:06.265-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Speculations</title><summary type="html">Sometimes I wonder how the intricacies of life work. The world we live in, the people we meet, the paths we take, the choices that lead us to where we are.

"If I never did this, would this have happened?"

"If I didn't go here at that precise moment, would I have met that person?"

"If I had said this instead of that, would things be any different?" 

Perpetual questions that we ask ourselves, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/ne0KqXTfEhI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7299506389483859609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=7299506389483859609&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/7299506389483859609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/7299506389483859609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/ne0KqXTfEhI/speculations.html" title="Speculations" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/09/speculations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQnw_fyp7ImA9WhJbEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-3863937291090971381</id><published>2012-09-20T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-09-20T22:11:43.247-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-20T22:11:43.247-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Just The Girls</title><summary type="html">Every year, a group of us girls have our annual girl's trip where we gather from all over the state and meet together in one location for a few days of fun. This group consists of my sisters, cousins, nieces, and friends.

This year, we chose to go the slower-paced route. We drove up to Door County in Wisconsin and took the ferry over to Washington Island. Four days and three nights we spent in a&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/fLN_EKhsLoc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3863937291090971381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=3863937291090971381&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/3863937291090971381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/3863937291090971381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/fLN_EKhsLoc/just-girls.html" title="Just The Girls" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqsSlLv0gKc/UFvW9WUADQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LB98fX4aCEs/s72-c/100_6723.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/09/just-girls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMNQXwycSp7ImA9WhJWGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-1676598051969615147</id><published>2012-08-26T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-08-26T10:54:50.299-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-26T10:54:50.299-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><title>Things I Wish I Could Say to People Sometimes...</title><summary type="html">Why
are you here
wasting my time
if you're not even going to try? &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/nqUWKb038j8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1676598051969615147/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=1676598051969615147&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/1676598051969615147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/1676598051969615147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/nqUWKb038j8/things-i-wish-i-could-say-to-people.html" title="Things I Wish I Could Say to People Sometimes..." /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/08/things-i-wish-i-could-say-to-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFR30_fSp7ImA9WhJbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-4003027974388373609</id><published>2012-08-24T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-09-20T18:51:56.345-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-20T18:51:56.345-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Scenes I Took From Our Summer 2012 Camping Trips</title><summary type="html">


From Peninsula State Park:
















From White Lake, WI: 











&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/YWb1Tq8AZbs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4003027974388373609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=4003027974388373609&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/4003027974388373609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/4003027974388373609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/YWb1Tq8AZbs/scenes-i-took-from-our-summer-2012.html" title="Scenes I Took From Our Summer 2012 Camping Trips" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GOgSFKYwEUo/UDgKEjE4YXI/AAAAAAAAANU/p9xlwGvzR7M/s72-c/179187_3282473539960_1305650073_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/08/scenes-i-took-from-our-summer-2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMRnk9eyp7ImA9WhJXGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-5080250954593503735</id><published>2012-08-14T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-08-14T20:14:47.763-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-08-14T20:14:47.763-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="education" /><title>A Craving to Learn</title><summary type="html">I'm restless. I'm getting bored. 

This can only mean one thing: it's back to school time.

No, I'm not referring to my kids, who will be heading back to school come early September. I'm talking about me.

Yes, I want to go back to school for another degree...for no other reason than to learn, explore, and try out new avenues in life.

You see, I love learning. I love trying out new things and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/ZknMh4cDvzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5080250954593503735/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=5080250954593503735&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/5080250954593503735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/5080250954593503735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/ZknMh4cDvzs/a-craving-to-learn.html" title="A Craving to Learn" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/08/a-craving-to-learn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBSXozcSp7ImA9WhJUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-9003445566560262310</id><published>2012-07-25T09:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-09-11T13:20:58.489-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-11T13:20:58.489-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>My Skydiving Experience</title><summary type="html">My husband and I can now cross skydiving off of our bucket list. We went skydiving recently, and yes, it is as thrilling as it looks and more!



The plane we jumped out of.


I had bought a Groupon deal for skydiving, which was through a reservations company called Sportations--bad experience with Sportations, so don't ever go through them! I also found out later that it would've been cheaper to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/PmW7QHvwBw4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9003445566560262310/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=9003445566560262310&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/9003445566560262310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/9003445566560262310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/PmW7QHvwBw4/my-skydiving-experience.html" title="My Skydiving Experience" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srU0e1yccw0/UADF-wlKuEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/aZFFH8LevWQ/s72-c/100_6216.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/07/my-skydiving-experience.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGQHw9fCp7ImA9WhJSFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-5366681614157846800</id><published>2012-07-07T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-07-07T08:45:21.264-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-07T08:45:21.264-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>Strawberry Season</title><summary type="html">


































Hmm... I wrote this blog post awhile ago but forgot to post it up! Well, anyway, it is strawberry season here in Wisconsin, and I am full of strawberries galore! I have a small patch in my backyard (pic above) and then my parents have a large patch (pic below is of strawberries from their garden).







With the strawberries, I have been making smoothies, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/gQhuxUbE4eU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5366681614157846800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=5366681614157846800&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/5366681614157846800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/5366681614157846800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/gQhuxUbE4eU/strawberry-season.html" title="Strawberry Season" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDntnpM2cr0/T95WBwGuzWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Il4vinE0d2M/s72-c/IMG_1324.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/07/strawberry-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAFQXY_fSp7ImA9WhVbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-2189484458296179637</id><published>2012-06-05T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-06-05T23:25:10.845-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-05T23:25:10.845-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics" /><title>Reaction to Wisconsin Recall Election</title><summary type="html">I'm sitting here on my laptop watching the Wisconsin recall election results come in, and I have one thing to say. Okay, maybe a few things. But mainly, I just want to say WTF. Scott Walker declared the winner by mainstream media so early in the race (something like 21% of precincts reporting)? WTF. And when people were still in line waiting to vote? WTF again.

It seems to me that this election &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~4/XE16QaPEmk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2189484458296179637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=470470788050607216&amp;postID=2189484458296179637&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/2189484458296179637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/470470788050607216/posts/default/2189484458296179637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RealLifeMusings/~3/XE16QaPEmk8/reaction-to-wisconsin-recall-election.html" title="Reaction to Wisconsin Recall Election" /><author><name>MyBeautifulMalcontent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859624633614857001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OrEGLBI2UmU/TS57-bAK3fI/AAAAAAAAABI/jOyZ9DgIPyQ/S220/155701_1468772888942_1522191439_31012230_7758403_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reallifemusings.blogspot.com/2012/06/reaction-to-wisconsin-recall-election.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEDQ3g_fip7ImA9WhVUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-470470788050607216.post-4649372178929205283</id><published>2012-05-21T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-21T22:17:52.646-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-21T22:17:52.646-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal" /><title>What is LOVE?</title><summary type="html">
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Today I hit a low, a small dip. Thank goodness for good friends and family. And kids. Mostly kids who, with a single word or a sweet smile, can bring you up a couple notches back towards heavenly high. I love my kids.

And now that I think about it, I'm glad for these earthly lows. They serve as great reminders to keep us grounded.

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