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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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/8Jsu8_0ituw/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>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/8Jsu8_0ituw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/09/you-say-pistachio.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apartment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">zen</category><title>Morning Zen</title><atom:summary>





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't even know if the story they were telling was good or bad, but it's
 the fact it </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/jG3lmpb6-4I/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/jG3lmpb6-4I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/06/morning-zen.html</feedburner:origLink></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>






  


I'm afraid of the dark.  I'm afraid of the unknown, of what I cannot see.  I'm also realizing that I'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'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/ro9WorjfFyM/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/ro9WorjfFyM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/05/love-in-light.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">genie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Universe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean slate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">magic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Law of Attraction</category><title>Genie</title><atom:summary>












  



  
      



          

      






      
    








  
      



          










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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/G2qNhWLBVDQ/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/G2qNhWLBVDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/05/genie.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">San Francisco</category><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><title>Cake</title><atom:summary>

      



        

  
          

      
      







    

      










  




  








 

As I write this, I'm watching Just Like Heaven with Reese Witherspoon.  It's set in San Francisco, the city that has stolen my heart, the city I work in, the city I'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/tp9IwVSdJSs/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/tp9IwVSdJSs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/04/cake.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wishes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><title>Into The Blue</title><atom:summary>





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'm here...








So I can </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/ApbEphRJrQ0/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/ApbEphRJrQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/04/into-blue.html</feedburner:origLink></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>





  






  








  

























































  



 Happy Valentine's Day
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/rTgQa98wBkU/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/rTgQa98wBkU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/02/valentine.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lucky</category><title>Lucky</title><atom:summary>  




  

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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/Ap_HbsO73Ps/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/Ap_HbsO73Ps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/01/lucky.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">wishes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">star light star bright</category><title>Star Light Star Bright</title><atom:summary>





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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/4s1jocKaUK8/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/4s1jocKaUK8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/01/star-light-star-bright.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">oblivion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Alice In Oblivion</title><atom:summary>









I had a very Alice In Wonderland experience recently.  I leaped headfirst into the rabbit hole, didn't think twice about it, no consideration on my part.  Spinning into oblivion.  It was exhilarating.



Yes I'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/XDz_LqSDJFc/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/XDz_LqSDJFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2011/01/alice-in-oblivion.html</feedburner:origLink></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>
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'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's sake, here are my resolutions.  Everyone makes them, even me! 






 Throwing caution to the wind </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/Nd5ri6aSR2g/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/Nd5ri6aSR2g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/kaleidoscope-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></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#">royal frosting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sugar cookies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recipe</category><title>Sugar Cookies</title><atom:summary>







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'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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/dt-X-HdESkA/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/dt-X-HdESkA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/sugar-cookies.html</feedburner:origLink></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>











I made Creamy White Peppermint Fudge as part of my Christmas treat gift giving this year.  It'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' coating
1 (14 oz.) can Eagle Brand® Sweetened Condensed Milk
  Dash salt
1/2 teaspoons peppermint extract
1 cup crushed </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/xY-a764dypE/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><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/xY-a764dypE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/creamy-white-peppermint-fudge.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-3766106961468517399</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-20T08:55:33.276-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Angel Pillows</category><title>Angel Pillows</title><atom:summary>





I made Angel Pillows to include in Christmas gift treats this year.  They're one of three things I decided to make.  I thought how pretty to make an all-white treat package!  Very wintery!  


Makes:
    about 28 cookies
   
  


                Prep: 30 minutes
            
        
                Bake: 12 minutes per batch
            
        
                Cool: 5 minutes


 

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/M1UoVzh9uMc/angel-pillows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TQvz8OWIbfI/AAAAAAAACfM/MXZhDFwWo0c/s72-c/Angel+Pillows.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/M1UoVzh9uMc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/angel-pillows.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-2305711155201023844</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-03T15:50:38.787-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pink</category><title>Rose Colored World</title><atom:summary>
Maybe it's because I'm about to paint my bedroom pink.   This might be better suited to Valentine's Day rather than December, but I'm in such a pink mood right now, I can't help myself!  








 pink glamour














 pink lingerie









  pink Louboutins








pink streaks in the hair 


  




  

or all over pink?















pink sneakers


   





pink carousel











</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/y3uLfOzMpZ8/rose-colored-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TPlxJk-yv9I/AAAAAAAACeY/jCIEFOZoxas/s72-c/pink+glam.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/y3uLfOzMpZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/12/rose-colored-world.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-5879643512471793072</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 06:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-24T22:52:42.758-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Over The River</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thanksgiving</category><title>Over The River</title><atom:summary>

















Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather's house we go;The horse knows the way to carry the sleighthrough the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood—Oh, how the wind does blow!It stings the toes and bites the noseAs over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood,To have a first-rate play.Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding",</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/99uG0fosUxI/over-river.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TOyMK8tgv8I/AAAAAAAACdE/63lTwbpmaUs/s72-c/sleigh+ride+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/99uG0fosUxI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/11/over-river.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-730437326525643254</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-21T10:01:08.204-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Los Angeles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Redondo Beach</category><title>Deja Vu</title><atom:summary>



Someone recently reminded that I used to have a plan to move to Los Angeles, before I moved to San Francisco.  I had forgotten all about that.







I had visited L.A. in the mid 90s.  I stayed at the Century Plaza Hotel.   I had a corner tower room in the mid 30s and loved it.  Being in Los Angeles made me feel like I had found home.  Every single night, I would take a long, hot soak in the</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/mcqfh7Glimc/deja-vu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TOhqFzti9oI/AAAAAAAACb4/UOAsIyletio/s72-c/girl+on+beach+in+tank.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/mcqfh7Glimc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/11/deja-vu.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-4637633968717316346</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-18T10:22:33.865-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Desert Retreat</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Red Rock</category><title>Golden</title><atom:summary>
A good friend recently mentioned something to me.  The gist was to stop whining and make the best of it.  That friend was right!  When did I start down the path of negativity?  I've been raining on my own parade and didn't even realize it.  



How did I get stuck in that awful loop?  What happened to my Desert Retreat?  I need to remember to always look for the silver linings.  So I'm in the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/sZwsYBkwTwc/golden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TOVsQPfXQxI/AAAAAAAACbw/aOqTRvlqkCI/s72-c/sunset+redondo+beach.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/sZwsYBkwTwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/11/golden.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-7510220977300465673</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-16T11:38:47.151-08:00</atom:updated><title>Making Love</title><atom:summary>




I know that which I resist, I will bring closer to me.  But is that really true? 



Many people, -- and if you're reading this and you are one of those people, I truly mean many people, not just you, -- have suggested to me that I give this place a chance.  They have said "You never know.  You may fall in love and end up being very happy in Las Vegas and staying."  



I know you mean well,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/EEPEgapf3PY/making-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TOLRDJ6s5NI/AAAAAAAACbM/fDb46pYYuds/s72-c/love+love+love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/EEPEgapf3PY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/11/making-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-2281323170461803105</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-03T11:14:39.405-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blue Angels</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">glorious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sausalito</category><title>Glorious</title><atom:summary>


  








It's been blustery lately and it's reminding me of the first time I visited San Francisco.  It was December 25th and I stayed four nights at the Westin St. Francis on Union Square.  I was visiting a friend who lived there, but making a vacation out of it too.  It was cold, rainy, windy, glorious.








Westin St. Francis














She took me on a tour of the city.  One day, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/g660X70qymo/glorious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TM4YieW_-8I/AAAAAAAACac/_hhWHadQMPM/s72-c/Rainy_Night_in_San_Francisco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/g660X70qymo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/11/glorious.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-2253705294281259940</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T11:33:33.484-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">How I came up with the name for this blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">falling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rush</category><title>Falling</title><atom:summary>





















Sometimes I lean back in the chair at this desk, with my arms outstretched, and imagine myself falling through the sky, down down down.  Off a ledge, off a bridge, going down the slope of a roller coaster, on the end of a bungee cord or on a zip line or out of a plane.  Something, anything, to give me that feeling.   Maybe I shouldn't love the thought of it so much, but it </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/frgMOenJR10/falling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TMnsKqaJ_lI/AAAAAAAACZQ/zdXe2HSEw2s/s72-c/falling+water.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/frgMOenJR10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/11/falling.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-9114619415439985051</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-31T13:12:39.471-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crystal ball</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">karma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">angel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">witch</category><title>Season Of The Witch</title><atom:summary>




Truth time.  A few months ago, I was excited  to tell everyone that I had gotten a job, for which I had been searching for some time.   It ended before it even began.  Friends wanted to know what happened.  I said that it "fell through".  Here is the story:



I had been networking, looking for work.  A friend was asking around for me and found someone, whom I'll refer to as Miranda,  who </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/obI5f7AOIdI/season-of-witch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TMizkk3WbwI/AAAAAAAACYU/gS3fZy1oWa0/s72-c/purple+witch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/obI5f7AOIdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/10/season-of-witch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-1660744134943458489</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2010 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-29T12:04:46.286-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vogue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">glossy</category><title>Clicking the Clique</title><atom:summary>
I read a lot of blogs.  Not everyday, but when the mood strikes, I click on one, which leads to another, which leads to another.  And I can't help but think "I'm so out of the clique."







My blog isn't like theirs.  Sometimes I wish it was.  I'm not up on all the latest and greatest.  I don't have this blogging thing down pat.  I try my best.  I love being creative with it.  But sometimes, I</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/WFvI6Lgq-84/clicking-clique.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TMsXftmH5DI/AAAAAAAACaI/PB-laE0MQrg/s72-c/vogue+cover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/WFvI6Lgq-84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/10/clicking-clique.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-3543967153835703503</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-27T14:40:24.375-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gypsy soul</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">yellow convertible</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hopscotch</category><title>My Gypsy Soul</title><atom:summary>




I am on my way back to San Francisco!  Not exactly sure when, but my game of hopscotch has begun.  I got a job today, finally!  It's with a company that has offices in San Francisco.  I will be coming home soon.  I can feel it!  It's so amazing right now, like I can feel the sea air whipping my hair as I drive up PCH to San Francisco.  The top is down, the sun is on my face and I'm feeling </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/AHtlr7zMybE/my-gypsy-soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TMiZ0kgpHqI/AAAAAAAACXs/0gybjy_rBl8/s72-c/yellow+vw+beach.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/AHtlr7zMybE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/10/my-gypsy-soul.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3083602423126742273.post-1691645963888505439</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-22T17:00:22.894-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Francisco</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pumpkin patch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">silver lining</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">orange</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">autumn</category><title>It's Not Just The Leaves</title><atom:summary>
The other night, I was watching the Giants vs. Phillies on TV.  The game was being played in San Francisco and they showed sites of the city.  City Hall and Coit Tower were lit up in orange in honor of the Giants.  I cried knowing that I am not there.  ~sigh~  I love going to those games!  I kept my orange scarf and Giants throw blanket because I fully intend to be back again at AT&amp;T Park one </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~3/NrsKncQdzUE/its-not-just-leaves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lori)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjVvASay1Sc/TMIPglNli5I/AAAAAAAACWM/Z9Vru4wGYR4/s72-c/autumn+leaves.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SpinningInTheTeacups/~4/NrsKncQdzUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.spinningintheteacups.com/2010/10/its-not-just-leaves.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

