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type="html">Remember when the internet was a place where we weren't fearful in posting our personal stories for friends, extended family, and friends of friends to read-- without categorizing all those people all on a social media site first and locking the site so "THEY" (the great unknown scary strangers reading the sites) couldn't see it?  When we 'found' our long lost whomever, joyfully caught up, and 
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Director of the Year for Southwest Foodservice Excellence, LLC
That's me, Director of the Year!  Posing with my assistant director for posterity.Love the job, and feel blessed and grateful for the opportunity its given me to excel.
Company is wonderful to work for by the way.  I highly recommend it to any other foodies out there looking to make a difference in the world via child nutrition.  I 
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My weight went all the way up to 190 pounds (from 133/5) on the highest day, and while I wasn't someone miserable with the side effects of pregnancy most the time, there were definitely some days:


"I’m exhausted today. It’s been a rough couple of days, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1LDjHcbX1VXVaD-AFgh0U60D2jQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1LDjHcbX1VXVaD-AFgh0U60D2jQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/hsklSMyAAUI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2010/03/child-nutrition-act.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQXYzfip7ImA9WxBUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-6443158624519950717</id><published>2010-02-28T22:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:26:50.886-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T23:26:50.886-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yoga" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spring" /><title>February into March</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/6443158624519950717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=6443158624519950717" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/6443158624519950717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/6443158624519950717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/zhdI1dqzudQ/february-into-march.html" title="February into March" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I've never been fond of spring.  I wish I were, because there's beautiful symbolism in the earth waking up from winter, and new beginnings, and rebirth and resurrection.  Despite this, I do not like spring, and have a personal history of March frustrations yielding drastic April changes. Maybe it's the loud colors in the clothing shops--too bright and forced. Maybe it's the tulips everywhere, and
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CYR8Cx0kxdADxZKF6T1iwPF9Iqk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CYR8Cx0kxdADxZKF6T1iwPF9Iqk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/zhdI1dqzudQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-into-march.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNRno4fip7ImA9WxBVE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-8343060419541134611</id><published>2010-02-16T01:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:38:17.436-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-16T01:38:17.436-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Romance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Missed Month</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/8343060419541134611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=8343060419541134611" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/8343060419541134611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/8343060419541134611?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/_d3-sczAuI8/missed-month.html" title="Missed Month" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I didn't write in January.Oddly enough, it was a month with plenty to write about, as it began with a marriage proposal.While my professional life is still pretty much changing weekly, my personal life is shifting towards permanency. By that, it means the answer I gave was yes, and I'm engaged. As to when or how we'll marry, that is still being decided, as families are far yet close to our hearts
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-7hC2z3XG5mG8wHWB6Ud6vVmx0E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-7hC2z3XG5mG8wHWB6Ud6vVmx0E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/Llrn_flnlU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2009/12/sifting-through-trash.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FQX0zeyp7ImA9WxNREUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-1255888218979230634</id><published>2009-09-05T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:05:10.383-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-05T14:05:10.383-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yoga" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><title>Phoenix Update</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/1255888218979230634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=1255888218979230634" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/1255888218979230634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/1255888218979230634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/a_dkFWARicU/phoenix-update.html" title="Phoenix Update" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Labor Day Weekend, Phoenix AZ 2009It's been three months since Boston.This morning in Phoenix it's raining, but really raining doesn't seem to be the right word. Phoenix is sputtering angrily, a few drops, frustrated by it's own heat, and then BOOM a giant crack, flashes of light, smothering hot wet nothing happening but something is coming. Hours like that then suddenly BOOM again and lightning 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MqPDWO8Yq2yDlUOm-kemTv5Bjz8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MqPDWO8Yq2yDlUOm-kemTv5Bjz8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/6f12-beN4Y0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2009/04/terra-madre-newsletter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBQ30yfSp7ImA9WxVbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-8485621452473529281</id><published>2009-03-31T15:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:54:12.395-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T19:54:12.395-04:00</app:edited><title>Rock &amp; Roll Yoga</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/8485621452473529281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=8485621452473529281" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/8485621452473529281?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/8485621452473529281?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/HQevLtDIuBE/rock-roll-yoga.html" title="Rock &amp; Roll Yoga" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/SdJzamkQqrI/AAAAAAAABaE/qN_o_1sKfcA/s72-c/BCAEImproper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My next yoga class on the schedule at the Boston Center for Adult Education just got a shout-out in the Improper Bostonian!(Click on picture to read it in bigger type).Class Description for Rock &amp;amp; Roll YogaPower vinyasa and rock music meet in this fun class. Gather your angst, bring it to the mat and exhale and move it out of heart and body as you move in flow to cathartic classic, indie, alt, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39Nwfojt9mNZgWIcETm2zc_38SE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39Nwfojt9mNZgWIcETm2zc_38SE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/sEtjSOGZBh0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2008/11/matter-of-public-record.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMRHY5cSp7ImA9WxRVE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-4137512301377984797</id><published>2008-11-10T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:29:45.829-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-10T11:29:45.829-05:00</app:edited><title>3am Epiphany</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/4137512301377984797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=4137512301377984797" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/4137512301377984797?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/4137512301377984797?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/Fw3JrmhK9Lk/3am-epiphany.html" title="3am Epiphany" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">3am this morning what comes into my mind as I readied for my two.five hour night sleep/nap:"What if we spent all the time and energy we spend protecting ourselves from other people on building righteous relationships?"Thanks for the reading during Savasana on Thursday Jane.Vinyasa Flow rocks my world and that class hit just what I needed, and is still giving, days later. Sweat pouring from me, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IT0Ea-EKVP_Vx9UXo72cmK0w1CY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IT0Ea-EKVP_Vx9UXo72cmK0w1CY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/G4KezscnV3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2008/10/terra-madre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQEQX08fyp7ImA9WxRQE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-7555800398940761623</id><published>2008-10-07T01:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:45:00.377-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-07T01:45:00.377-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yoga" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy" /><title>A Certain Monday in October</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/7555800398940761623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=7555800398940761623" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/7555800398940761623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/7555800398940761623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/5bLQhU_GygM/certain-monday-in-october.html" title="A Certain Monday in October" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I walked this morning out the door and into the morning chill. Fall is here.There's no doubting now. October crept up on me this year.I am awash in color. Red yellow orange gold but set against street light and darkness.It was still blue morning not quite light, and the sun rose as I rose and fell forward uttanasana but the sun did not fall. In asana but with grace on breath. Into thoughts of you
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0l2fFe8ivkVGANkp8Q1NI7ZnIsI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0l2fFe8ivkVGANkp8Q1NI7ZnIsI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/5bLQhU_GygM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2008/10/certain-monday-in-october.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QEQX09eyp7ImA9WxRRGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-8016118274105719333</id><published>2008-10-01T04:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T04:21:40.363-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-01T04:21:40.363-04:00</app:edited><title>What Comes Up When You Google</title><link rel="related" href="http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/P8154102/999/2/display.aspx" title="What Comes Up When You Google" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/8016118274105719333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=8016118274105719333" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/8016118274105719333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/8016118274105719333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/3f1nSPkxYgk/what-comes-up-when-you-google.html" title="What Comes Up When You Google" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Late at night catching up on email, I gave into the distraction of the internet and searched a few friends. I was highly impressed with what came up. I mean, I knew these people were amazing on many levels and incredibly talented, but it was still surprising to see ads, writings, newspaper stories, interviews, class advertisements with powerful marketing and design teams behind them... So, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a5ru2MdPFPJufzU280l_w7tNDys/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a5ru2MdPFPJufzU280l_w7tNDys/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~4/WUZPEG92qaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-case-you-missed-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEARnw4eip7ImA9WxdaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7075101790044497086.post-1354589708304314191</id><published>2008-08-22T03:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:37:27.232-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-22T03:37:27.232-04:00</app:edited><title>Prasarita A</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thedancingchef.blogspot.com/feeds/1354589708304314191/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7075101790044497086&amp;postID=1354589708304314191" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/1354589708304314191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7075101790044497086/posts/default/1354589708304314191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDancingChef/~3/CJ_m_XyXQdc/prasarita.html" title="Prasarita A" /><author><name>Riva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05103919884875327802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GzoStXBRLpY/R39AB4DdN-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UtrIcNymCJw/S220/dinner.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Some days the only way to get yourself to do something is to do it publicly.That said, here's my writing how to do Prasarita A, a standing forward bend.From Trikonasa (Triangle Pose) on the right side, on the next inhale, let your upraised arm pull you upright and toward the left (toward the door side wall), arriving in a posture with arms extended shoulder level.  From here we'll be moving into 
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