<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2020 23:15:30 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>San Francisco</category><category>dreams</category><category>happy</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Desert Retreat</category><category>wishes</category><category>Paris</category><category>Pink</category><category>The Universe</category><category>Union Square</category><category>apartment</category><category>copper pans</category><category>love</category><category>orange</category><category>Alice in Wonderland</category><category>America</category><category>Angel 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glories</category><category>nature</category><category>night walk</category><category>oblivion</category><category>photography</category><category>pilot</category><category>pink chair</category><category>pistachio</category><category>pixy stix</category><category>poem</category><category>pony tail</category><category>popcorn</category><category>poppies</category><category>pretty</category><category>pumpkin patch</category><category>rain</category><category>recipe</category><category>redux</category><category>reiki</category><category>royal frosting</category><category>rush</category><category>sandals</category><category>secretary</category><category>silver lining</category><category>softball</category><category>soiree</category><category>sparkle</category><category>sparklers</category><category>spring</category><category>sprinklers</category><category>stained glass</category><category>star light star bright</category><category>sugar cookies</category><category>summer</category><category>sun tea</category><category>sundress</category><category>swings</category><category>tomatoes</category><category>trapeze</category><category>twinkle lights</category><category>vogue</category><category>window seat</category><category>wine</category><category>wishlist</category><category>witch</category><category>yellow brick road</category><category>yellow convertible</category><category>zen</category><title>Spinning in the Teacups                                                                    </title><description>Beautiful things, thoughts, and stories from my life.</description><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-8611193241284677740</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2018 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-23T19:51:20.115-07:00</atom:updated><title>This Side Up ⬆️</title><atom:summary type="text">It really was the hormones.   I went to the doctor, and had my annual check-up.   I told her I have been a bitch-on-wheels for at least 2 solid months, my period was almost a month late (but I&#39;m not pregnant) , and I just can&#39;t take it anymore.   She gave me estrogen patches and progesterone pills.  21 days after starting, I felt peace.   I&#39;m my old self again.  I feel like I&#39;ve been away and I&#39;m</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2018/05/this-side-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" 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This isn&#39;t my normal kind of post.  Usually I aim to post ways to think positive, attempting to help others do the same.  I have had several hard episodes in my life where positive thinking and sheer hope were the key things that pulled me through.  This post is about my current real life, full of raw, honest emotions.   Usually I post a tidbit of what I&#39;m going through, or went through, and how</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2018/04/chakras-and-cement-boxes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0sX_Pb3dlgU/WtKetUF-3II/AAAAAAAAEBM/zftq43adB3In76ftu4U14MY6vgDfxtStgCLcBGAs/s72-c/What-Is-Chakra.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-1735297278903783201</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2017 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-04-14T17:33:28.278-07:00</atom:updated><title>Green-Eyed</title><atom:summary type="text">





Jealousy.  It&#39;s that green-eyed monster that we&#39;ve been warned about from day one.  Every time I have felt
jealous in life, I’ve learned something about myself.  It awakens a desire within me that I didn’t know
was there, OR makes me realize that that desire was much more important to me
than I had acknowledged.   It could be an experience, a talent, something
to acquire, a change I want to</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2017/11/green-eyed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zxbFhfa8VI/WtKdvv9Kq4I/AAAAAAAAEBE/qUDvPt7AifM19BvmIkFEIhvbEaUkS3HsgCLcBGAs/s72-c/green-eyed-monster.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-9129815845883357581</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2017 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-15T18:54:00.597-08:00</atom:updated><title>Living a Hallmark Movie</title><atom:summary type="text">
For the longest time, I wanted to start a new blog, just so I can say all the things that are on my mind.  A lot of the things are plans that H (my husband) and I have.  But sometimes it&#39;s just a point of view I want to share.  So, here I am, coming back to my blog, to keep the history of it all and show everyone just how much ones life can change in an instant.  If you&#39;ve read the older posts, </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2017/11/living-hallmark-movie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1t8eIrv0DJ4/WgYDCKmPkmI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/cM3YSENuTLMwkASVTjsRO3SSAns2YzG5gCLcBGAs/s72-c/IMG_0617.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-7204629972070582583</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2014 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-09-12T14:37:01.156-07:00</atom:updated><title>Must Love Christmas</title><atom:summary type="text">
I love this time of year.   Mistletoe, Christmas trees, twinkle lights, hot chocolate, and romance.  It&#39;s Christmas in July and there are Christmas sales in online stores and Christmas movies on TV.   This week, and as the Fourth of July holiday weekend was winding down, I have been able to enjoy some holiday movies.  It&#39;s a joyful sobfest each time because I love romance and Christmas so much.
</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2014/07/must-love-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1YfJG91sQro/U7sKD8hlv5I/AAAAAAAADL8/CYMYRMxB4C4/s72-c/Heart+Candy+Canes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-8705340801700378549</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2014 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-05T10:44:38.134-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poppies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Universe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishlist</category><title>Running Through The Poppies</title><atom:summary type="text">
  











Similar to how Dorothy ran through the poppies toward Emerald City, I was running through life the past several years trying to find my dream job.  And just as the Wizard had all the answers and solutions that she&#39;d never have expected, the Universe had unexpected answers for me too.



No matter what you think you want, the Universe always knows better.   If there is even a twinge</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2014/06/running-through-poppies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPn2res4WWE/U4zkwSlFF7I/AAAAAAAADJY/aw0dOXbtyjc/s72-c/poppies+4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-3747864366291543643</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2014 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-29T19:22:25.095-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">France</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Iowa</category><title>The In-Between</title><atom:summary type="text">



A village street somewhere in France.




Lately I&#39;ve been feeling like I&#39;m cheating on my dreams with other dreams.  I have had a plan of retiring to France for years.  Then I went home to Iowa for a quick weekend and now I&#39;m dreaming of retiring there instead







I had no interest in ever living in the Midwest ever again.   I moved to San Francisco many years ago and recently went back </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2014/05/the-in-between.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wim0K5tlsq4/U4eXFeXUyCI/AAAAAAAADIw/Z4xGjZh5Qkg/s72-c/France.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-6416145314076217787</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2014 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-14T18:45:34.040-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Wallflower Apartment</title><atom:summary type="text">




My windows


Since it&#39;s been awhile since I&#39;ve updated you on what&#39;s happening in my life, I&#39;ll start by sharing the point at which life took a big, positive turn.



As you know from previous posts, I had been wanting and looking for my own apartment for some time.  It seemed nearly impossible.  The San Francisco Tech Boom has been booming like crazy with no end in sight (although I </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2014/05/my-wallflower-apartment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7tUoFB3DD8/U3GpesGYtMI/AAAAAAAADHQ/CtLr91hMSGE/s72-c/my+windows.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-8196922443846364643</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2014 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-05-08T21:02:15.345-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Believe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twitter</category><title>Still Happily Spinning In These Teacups</title><atom:summary type="text">
I&#39;ve decided to start something new.    I usually tweet my stories.  I find it easy to write a series of 140-character lines that string together into a story.    But lately, I&#39;ve been feeling like I need something more concrete.  Twitter is forever, but words get lost in the shuffle, moving down the feed until they&#39;re gone and forgotten.   Hopefully writing here, my stories won&#39;t be lost in </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2014/05/still-happily-spinning-in-these-teacups.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85cAIuT55TM/U2xRvXWNApI/AAAAAAAADB0/fTipd1ywGEg/s72-c/She+Believed+She+Could.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-256740286237814609</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jun 2013 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-25T20:16:32.336-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Princess and the Pea</title><atom:summary type="text">






Or, as there is no pea in my story, I could call this Goldilocks:  this one is too hard, this one is too soft, this one is just right.  



I&#39;ve been in between apartments for a couple of months.  You know me, I seem to have been hunting for an apartment for years.  When I had an apartment, I wanted a better apartment.  Now that I don&#39;t have one, I&#39;m on the hunt for the perfect one because</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2013/06/the-princess-and-pea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvomJ1doXPE/UcpZe7m4c_I/AAAAAAAAC6E/IxzBPNUe1BQ/s72-c/Princess.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-3306449707866693280</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-25T13:02:17.262-07:00</atom:updated><title>As Time Goes By</title><atom:summary type="text">




Maybe I should have called this post &quot;Same Time, Next Year&quot;.  Today is my 45th birthday.  I cannot believe it&#39;s been a year since I&#39;ve posted. Things are always happening, time rushes by.   I have ideas for posts, but end up tweeting them instead of writing this blog.



So much has happened in the past year.  I was living at the beach in San Francisco with roommates.  We had a great </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2013/05/as-time-goes-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8B_JoiJGSA/UaEUFj3OUWI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/RemxBdYrkko/s72-c/cinn+rolls+1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-4730898266137726562</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2012 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-25T23:02:19.169-07:00</atom:updated><title>From Lori on Her 44th Birthday</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s been over 8 months since I&#39;ve written and I thought my birthday was a great day to start again.  Every birthday tends to be a time when I think about the changes I long to make.  This year especially so because some of these same wishes were here one year ago as well.  I had every intention to do this and that, but I didn&#39;t make them happen.  I let time slip through my fingers as if it was </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2012/05/from-lori-on-her-44th-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLgPSsy5u6I/T8BdjF0OfQI/AAAAAAAACus/YEkYq0gEO1I/s72-c/sands+of+time.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-3842107985316169873</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-24T22:54:12.009-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pistachio</category><title>You Say Pistachio</title><atom:summary type="text">





I was at the beach the other day.  I was so tired, I was punchdrunk.  But it was great to be at the beach, very healing.  I got excited when I found some seashells.  I carried them for awhile, thrilled with my treasure. 











Then I looked down at them in my hand and saw what they really were: pistachio shells.  I laughed hysterically at myself.  It was great fun.  It just proves that</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/09/you-say-pistachio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqVyCT56ysI/Tn66iMsJs-I/AAAAAAAACsw/C59lF7-nwXQ/s72-c/ocean.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-7483191120392055647</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-27T19:57:26.997-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apartment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">zen</category><title>Morning Zen</title><atom:summary type="text">





The other morning,  I felt an instant zen.  It may have been the clarinet player in the subway on the way to work.  It may have been the cheerful people who work at the little cafe where I go for coffee occasionally.  But I think it was the fact that the local news was playing on the TV in the cafe.   I
 don&#39;t even know if the story they were telling was good or bad, but it&#39;s
 the fact it </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/06/morning-zen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCtlBZrHwB0/Tgk9Q_hprJI/AAAAAAAACro/ctxhN5gsc3c/s72-c/zen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-3592236424223235010</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2011 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-22T15:28:49.633-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Love In The Light</title><atom:summary type="text">






  


I&#39;m afraid of the dark.  I&#39;m afraid of the unknown, of what I cannot see.  I&#39;m also realizing that I&#39;m afraid of love for the same reason, afraid of the unknown, afraid of the future I cannot yet see.   Do you think when you love more and more, it&#39;s normal for more and more fear to come into it as well?



          






















I always say fear is just 
praying for what </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/05/love-in-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h21jPmLkHYo/TdmD3bVlfwI/AAAAAAAACq8/6T4bND_6hDk/s72-c/hearts+on+beach.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-6151381368380694554</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T22:18:28.541-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean slate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">genie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Law of Attraction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">magic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Universe</category><title>Genie</title><atom:summary type="text">












  



  
      



          

      






      
    








  
      



          










My former apartment building may be sold
 soon and I was thinking about trying to move back into it eventually.  Last night, I was sketching out the floorplan of apartment #21, the
 one I wanted for so long, the one with a view of the Bay and Golden 
Gate Bridge.  The one where I can see</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/05/genie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwIGQIkJIGc/TdNI2Lkgc-I/AAAAAAAACqc/cLKKqMISNcw/s72-c/genie+lamp.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-3082531275330525893</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-30T22:48:44.220-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">having my cake and eating it too</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><title>Cake</title><atom:summary type="text">

      



        

  
          

      
      







    

      










  




  








 

As I write this, I&#39;m watching Just Like Heaven with Reese Witherspoon.  It&#39;s set in San Francisco, the city that has stolen my heart, the city I work in, the city I&#39;m planning to move back to as soon as I can.  This movie has a great apartment, which feeds my dreams to help me manifest a </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/04/cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4epZxZDiw8/TbzoHuKVPmI/AAAAAAAACpo/7G8iuhn4Tpk/s72-c/heart+in+sand.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-1148527563415212772</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-04T21:40:08.891-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><title>Into The Blue</title><atom:summary type="text">





It started with a wish...







and hope.... 










to come back to my charming, little San Francisco.







 I got a temporary job out of the blue and 

less than a week later...





I was into the blue, 

on a plane coming home.









 Let the game of hopscotch begin!











Fingers crossed that I find a permanent job during these months while I&#39;m here...








So I can </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/04/into-blue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aLHS2W_9uv0/TZqAgfp7SwI/AAAAAAAACog/lfL8d48rGNA/s72-c/clouds+from+above.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-344651604362397303</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-14T15:06:22.372-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Valentine</category><title>Valentine</title><atom:summary type="text">





  






  








  

























































  



 Happy Valentine&#39;s Day
</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/02/valentine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xD_gWLCOahk/TVmok5kMBII/AAAAAAAACm4/iYHPlq4ibFA/s72-c/love+package.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-9053404121845103279</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-18T19:11:57.570-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lucky</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><title>Lucky</title><atom:summary type="text">  




  

Last night as I went to sleep, I was thinking of the perfect San Francisco apartment.  I was remembering a little studio I once saw in the Marina or Cow Hollow.  The building looked ordinary from the outside, but inside the gate, you went down some stairs and it led to an inside cobblestone courtyard.  The apartment door was in this courtyard, which had little trees and flowerbeds </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/01/lucky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TTYddgDiPPI/AAAAAAAACl4/9M2mvuugRes/s72-c/happy+girl.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-7133482430840856550</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-13T14:40:45.752-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">star light star bright</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><title>Star Light Star Bright</title><atom:summary type="text">





I had the most amazing dream the other night. 

I was 
back in San Francisco and had a great job that I loved.  











I had a beautiful apartment in Russian Hill that was perfect for me. 







I was as thin as ever.  I had a regular yoga place I went to.  







I had a great new style. 

















The whole dream was perfect.

 
 It was so real and exactly the kind of life I</atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/01/star-light-star-bright.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TS9q82wqD4I/AAAAAAAACkM/aIXqut_PW7k/s72-c/dream+is+a+wish+your+heart+makes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-7791738312614480900</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2011 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-06T09:18:32.945-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alice in Wonderland</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oblivion</category><title>Alice In Oblivion</title><atom:summary type="text">









I had a very Alice In Wonderland experience recently.  I leaped headfirst into the rabbit hole, didn&#39;t think twice about it, no consideration on my part.  Spinning into oblivion.  It was exhilarating.



Yes I&#39;m talking about a guy.  All of my thoughts came together one day.  I was very attracted to a guy at work.  I decided to ask him out.  I know, work and 
romance together is a bad </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/01/alice-in-oblivion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TSTn22uJRkI/AAAAAAAACi8/2lxUouhOIdw/s72-c/glitter+poof.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-4742774020286926492</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-30T20:28:16.243-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kaleidoscope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Year</category><title>Kaleidoscope New Year</title><atom:summary type="text">
Everyone makes resolutions.  We always want to change something.  But what if we just let the changes occur?  Change will come no matter what, so isn&#39;t it better to be surprised by life than to try to force it?  Like a kaleidoscope, every slight turn changes the entire view.  Just for New Year&#39;s sake, here are my resolutions.  Everyone makes them, even me! 






 Throwing caution to the wind </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/kaleidoscope-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TRqyr4qAAdI/AAAAAAAACgs/UDrgrL-Mv7Q/s72-c/pink+petals.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-1517575855126087914</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-22T19:28:55.180-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recipe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">royal frosting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sugar cookies</category><title>Sugar Cookies</title><atom:summary type="text">







The final treat I made for my gift giving this year were sugar cookies.  Not original, but you have to have sugar cookies at Christmas.  It&#39;s not Christmas without them!



I went the simple route with these, just used a package of Betty Crocker Sugar Cookie mix.  However, I did include royal frosting (recipe below).












Royal Frosting 


Ingredients

3 ounces pasteurized egg </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/sugar-cookies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TRK-G56Y-iI/AAAAAAAACf4/2Bp1vFuPS0I/s72-c/cookies+1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-6337450463833448729</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-20T08:51:26.253-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creamy White Peppermint Fudge</category><title>Creamy White Peppermint Fudge</title><atom:summary type="text">











I made Creamy White Peppermint Fudge as part of my Christmas treat gift giving this year.  It&#39;s a foolproof fudge recipe, tasting so soft and creamy with a hint of peppermint for the holidays! 

 

Ingredients

1 1/2 pounds premium white chocolate or confectioners&#39; coating
1 (14 oz.) can Eagle Brand® Sweetened Condensed Milk
  Dash salt
1/2 teaspoons peppermint extract
1 cup crushed </atom:summary><link>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/creamy-white-peppermint-fudge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TQwDe1aRBvI/AAAAAAAACfQ/ZIVeLayZBDE/s72-c/creamy+white+peppermint+fudge.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>