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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/1-9KChhA_mI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-life-stuff.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-9086795965525786662</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T13:42:34.496-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">what I believe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><title>The Room in My Heart</title><atom:summary>This room-in-my-heart is one of those Mexican papier mache dioramas, a Kahlo-esque, Dia de los Meurtos shrine in blood red, its primary colors practically dripping with the juice of pulverized blueberries and the thick yellow of rotting papaya; the inner seeds articulated, black and velvety.  Vivid it is-- vivid and disturbing-- folk art simple; yet, the orange-red complexity, the midnight depth,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/JIcd0nIYt00/room-in-my-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/JIcd0nIYt00" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/room-in-my-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-836228822249482857</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T23:03:54.639-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>...belonging to Robert Frost</title><atom:summary>The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth.Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same.And both that morning </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/0tS6rNUm9Lc/belonging-to-robert-frost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/0tS6rNUm9Lc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/belonging-to-robert-frost.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-8119884921645875798</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-20T07:21:11.395-07:00</atom:updated><title>morning</title><atom:summary>It is morning and I still miss myself. Today starts early.  I am facilitating a planning and visioning retreat for a church other than my own.  It is still cool out and the cement outside my apartment is still damp from the 2:00 AM sprinklers.   The kitty nudges my typing fingers for petting.  I have already changed the sheets, watered the plants and will shower soon.  My eyes aren't quite in </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/7oMrc3M5LiE/morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/7oMrc3M5LiE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/09/morning.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-3636837688332957920</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 06:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T23:40:14.407-07:00</atom:updated><title>missing you</title><atom:summary>My secret  is that I miss myself. I was going to put it on Post Secret, but I decided to put it here, instead. Where on earth have I gone?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/6no84Xcsyqw/missing-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/6no84Xcsyqw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-6784032447600992071</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T12:25:03.001-07:00</atom:updated><title>I used to be a blogger</title><atom:summary>Just now, I was contemplating the tiny, droopy arugula leaves I planted in one of the pots outside of my apartment.  I planted them just this morning.   When I pulled them out of their plastic container, the roots at the bottom were mulshy with mud.  No doubt without sun these little baby leaves will yellow, shrivel, and die.   Trying to avoid such a tragedy, I rearranged them and aired the roots</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/qJD4-AgnLTA/i-used-to-be-blogger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/qJD4-AgnLTA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-used-to-be-blogger.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-4595179494641560209</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:23:58.569-08:00</atom:updated><title>Waiting</title><atom:summary>I've started playing with Facebook.  It is such a trip to announce things about myself, to choose my skin, so to speak; to state whether or not I drank coffee in the morning or whether I managed my yoga practice with some kind of integrity; to say what games I play, what music I like; to be in contact with people; to choose a picture of myself that reflects a moment or the way I want people to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/ceKH-frn45Q/waiting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/ceKH-frn45Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-7880366564771445774</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-15T12:47:46.335-07:00</atom:updated><title>Notable News from a Delinquent Blogger</title><atom:summary>The California Supreme Courtvoted to overturn the ban on gay marriagetoday!  About time, I say!This news moved me so much that I actually cried in the middle of what I was doing.  I just cried.  In the store.  More soon, my friends!  (I promise!)Meanwhile:Let Justice roll down like waters and Righteousness like an every flowing stream!  -Amos 5: 24</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/DOGxIWHrRqQ/notable-news-from-delinquent-blogger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/DOGxIWHrRqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/05/notable-news-from-delinquent-blogger.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-6760696191006059365</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T08:10:13.014-07:00</atom:updated><title>meeting friends...... for the first time</title><atom:summary>I had the opportunity to meet a blog friend yesterday thanks to a cool and crafty mutual friend who figured out that we were both in the same room.  Several text messages later, we were talking in real life.  This experience was surprisingly cool.Here are a few observations:1.  Seeing this mutual friend, an old acquaintance, after many years, whose blog I read is really weird.  We've both  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/aF9d8k5XIu0/meeting-friends-for-first-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/aF9d8k5XIu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/meeting-friends-for-first-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-7096261738807370448</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:23:58.607-08:00</atom:updated><title>Story in Six Words</title><atom:summary>Doris Rose has tagged me for the six word meme.(Click on her name for the meme rules if you've been tagged!  Thanks.)*Here it is:Fishing for the edge of sanity.Sequel:Don't make me send my monkeys!Prequel:Moonlighting by dayStarlit at night.So, on that weird note, I am going to post this and hope that you all don't think I've gone stark, raving mad.  Except that I have.   I totally miss you guys </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/uGGoEw956OI/story-in-six-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R_6rnHR69-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/N7tLLanywsU/s72-c/underthesea5+%28edge+of+insanity%29.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/uGGoEw956OI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-in-six-words.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-2236402467850466827</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:23:58.974-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ministry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>Holy What?</title><atom:summary>How to start after three weeks!?   I recently chose to "Blog Without Obligation" which, technically, means that I am not supposed to feel guilty when I haven't blogged for a while.  The talisman graphic is over there on the right.  It doesn't work.  I feel guilty.   I felt guilty when I slunk away from my writing group today telling people that my life is currently too complicated to blog.  Sorry</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/GDktHvDGiWQ/holy-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R-IJf95xfyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/e7sJMMHSLOA/s72-c/Easter+Eggs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/GDktHvDGiWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-what.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-3369398322708175926</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T12:55:42.648-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">what I believe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blog me an Essay</category><title>A Letter to Rilke--an exercise</title><atom:summary>I live my life in growing orbits,which move out over the things of the world. Perhaps I can never achieve the last,but that will be my attempt.I am circling around God, around the ancient tower,and I have been circling for a thousand years.And I still don't know if I am a falcon,Or a storm, or a great song.-Rainer Maria RilkeDear Rainer,Must we know--ever know-- whether we are birds of prey or </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/FaLiTeZfnHU/letter-to-rilke-exercise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/FaLiTeZfnHU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-to-rilke-exercise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-261315569313045879</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:23:59.188-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misc.'nMeme</category><title>Obvious Much?</title><atom:summary>As seen on a recent trip to South Coast Plaza in Newport Beach, CA.If you're not familiar with Trinity Broadcasting you can check out their audacious  programming on cable almost anywhere in the world.  But, you can also check out some of their scandal on the Rick A. Ross Institute for the study of cults.  I can't bring myself to link directly to them. Google TBN if you're interested.Also, if you</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/Whnidkiv1vw/obvious-much.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R7xilO_KRkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aE6AkhmZrKc/s72-c/Trinity+Broadcasting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/Whnidkiv1vw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/02/obvious-much.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-2473763152539703985</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:23:59.414-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>Beyond Vday....</title><atom:summary>So, I was obsessing over glancing at my post-Valentine's Day blog statistics and noticed a marked increase in hits. So, there were only like five more hits than usual.  But still...  I bet you're all curious what an Orangeblossom like me did on a day like St. Valentine's.  Bet you are....  Am I right?I knew it.  As it works out I feel like the luckiest Orangeblossom alive.  I am loved.  This is </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/VIYWmP5_Uiw/beyond-vday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R7fK_e_KRbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lHgxlIh55xw/s72-c/heart+candies.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/VIYWmP5_Uiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/02/beyond-vday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-3004585581673790442</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-07T14:15:49.761-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">what I believe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blog me an Essay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ministry</category><title>Super Fat Tuesday and Marking Ash Wednesday</title><atom:summary>I voted.  I hope you did, too.I actually get emotional about voting.  Yeah.  I got a little misty as I filled in those bubbles.    I feel so fortunate to be able to express my opinion freely.  Also, there is something  about casting a ballot.  I feel like I am making a real difference to someone out there, and  also to myself,  right here.   I'm idealistic like that. Plus, the voting booth is a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/-o9OUzWeffw/super-fat-tuesday-and-marking-ash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/allthings2allpeople?a=-o9OUzWeffw:r7tuse6ZsFk:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/allthings2allpeople?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/-o9OUzWeffw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-fat-tuesday-and-marking-ash.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-8867283924794965298</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:24:00.278-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Felidae/Kat Kapers</category><title /><atom:summary>Since Gus left us, Agatha has enjoyed some of the small indulgences I've allowed myself.She is quite camera phobic, so the Man took these with his camera phone.She's a gorgeous girl.We all wanted you to know that we're doing okay, considering.But we still miss our Gus.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/XOiBFqGhvJI/since-gus-left-us-agatha-has-enjoyed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R5uQ8ZPaKCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PAXFboetz1g/s72-c/AgathaSniffsCalas2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/XOiBFqGhvJI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/since-gus-left-us-agatha-has-enjoyed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-7181673380991736148</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:24:00.450-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misc.'nMeme</category><title>Nouveau Riche, Anyone?</title><atom:summary>After dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, the man and I walked through the lobby of a nearby Holiday Inn where we saw this:If you can't quite make out the small print, let me tell you that this Real Estate seminar is hosted by NOUVEAU RICHE UNIVERSITY.  Yes, you read that right:  Nouveau Riche University.  Say it with me:  Nooooouveau Riiiiiche.  Very nice.In the  days of Jay and Daisy </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/vUqg_KhAt88/nouveau-riche-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R5jPGpPaKBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/91x9k6Q0Gvo/s72-c/NouveauRicheU.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/vUqg_KhAt88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/nouveau-riche-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-2559942116762629975</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:24:01.108-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Felidae/Kat Kapers</category><title>Not a Tame Lion...  for my Gus</title><atom:summary>In 1993, when I'd finished college and started graduate school in California's San Joaquin Valley  I was single, living alone, and lonely.  I didn't do so well those first years away from my small liberal arts college.  Life was complicated by my journey deep into anorexia nervosa, the process of coming out as lesbian, and the experience of a profound call to become an ordained minister.  I was </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/-wQQGNGFOmc/not-tame-lion-for-my-gus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R4lBSO9-N3I/AAAAAAAAANk/l-ydM3qNo1U/s72-c/Gus+Tufts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/-wQQGNGFOmc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-tame-lion-for-my-gus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-1786884595798025886</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-07T14:09:11.684-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Felidae/Kat Kapers</category><title>Purring in the New Year</title><atom:summary>Gus, my orange tabby, has displayed many charming feline qualities over the years.  He mews with a sweet little voice.  Sometimes, he moves his mouth in mew and no mew comes forth;  however, I always know when he has spoken.  Sometimes, he gently paws my arm, side, cheek, or leg with a velvet paw to remind me that he would appreciate my undivided...  He nibbles on my toes, arm, wrist, calf to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/LBjMSltbfsg/purring-in-new-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/LBjMSltbfsg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/purring-in-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-2775636256838856515</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:24:01.285-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage/Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>difficult much?</title><atom:summary>I think I am difficult.Full of grace, kind, funny, weird, sweet, smart, quirky.... and difficult.This year the man has been in charge of the kids' Christmas gifts.  The last couple of years, I've helped or done the larger share of the work and  he's paid me back for the gifts.  This isn't a bad situation.  I like shopping more than he does.  It works.So, this year, unspeakably difficult things </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/b-bS3h0RqUU/difficult-much.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R2gs8u9-N1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/sTmdGt2XgGc/s72-c/gifts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/b-bS3h0RqUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/difficult-much.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-5179297389950966444</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:24:01.878-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blog me an Essay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>Possibilities...</title><atom:summary>Monastery for SalePanoply: a complete and impressive array  Panoply:  a complete suit of armour. The word represents the Gr. iravoirXtct (ir~r, all, and ~hrXa, arms), the full armour of a hoplite or heavy-armed soldier, i.e. the shield, breastplate, helmet and greaves, together with the sword and lance.Recently a close friend asked me about my life.   I told her that I was juggling lots of balls </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/RWoPWtATTyE/possibilities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R12jQC4eDTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yRy5ijnyQ8E/s72-c/Eremo+Monestary.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/RWoPWtATTyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/possibilities.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-4997777170862438812</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:24:02.058-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage/Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Larry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>To Blog or Not to Blog... any questions?</title><atom:summary>Yesterday the man said: "You should blog."I said, "Why?"He said, "It's been a while..."I said, "I don't know what I can say right now."He agreed, I guess, and we dropped the subject.I founded this blog in my anonymity with a desire to freely tell my story, unhindered by identity or institutional bonds.  But, you know me now.  You know me pretty well.   Some of you knew me before -- and now that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/Ru1JkvNzyj4/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-any-questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R1OwbS4eDSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SqjENmy1NDM/s72-c/Fragment+Watercolor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/Ru1JkvNzyj4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-blog-or-not-to-blog-any-questions.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-2286402014507951913</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T04:24:02.229-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sense/Sensuality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>Gratitude List</title><atom:summary>clicking on the collage should take you to artist Avril Byer's flash filmon gratitudefriendship (er, j, marilyn, karen, kay, jen, eliz, jim, robert, francesca....  and many more, you know who you are!)family (of origin and family of choice including and especially the Man and kids)church (my local church, not so much the hierarchy, though that too for providing a place to serve as a pastor...)hot</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/h6x8LN6dyks/gratitude-list_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5KdVlV34iE/R0SvXJST-NI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cq93C1lnORE/s72-c/gratitude_collage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/h6x8LN6dyks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/gratitude-list_21.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-8267284912737516660</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-07T14:06:18.944-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Misc.'nMeme</category><title>Where I'd go if I Could Run Away</title><atom:summary>You Belong in ParisYou enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.What European City Do You Belong In?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/AMz0_U8WhS8/where-id-go-if-i-could-run-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~4/AMz0_U8WhS8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://allthings2allpeople.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-id-go-if-i-could-run-away.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041486013256931514.post-6584885656385285316</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-07T14:20:21.599-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">what I believe</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blog me an Essay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Therablog/Blogapy</category><title>The Holy Spirit is Orange.....  Also, a note to you dear readers.</title><atom:summary>My dear friends,It has been so long that I thought I'd just write a letter that in no way explains my absence, but perhaps illuminates to you my heart and her myriad confusion.I believe that the Holy Spirit is orange.  I say this, not because it makes sense, but because Orange is the color of transition, change, excitement, and even distress.  Mind you, my hair is orange, my cat is orange, and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/allthings2allpeople/~3/4rd8RsirqxA/holy-spirit-is-orange-also-note-to-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Orangeblossoms)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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