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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUHRHk6eSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643696171231095603</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:40:35.711-05:00</updated><category term="Social Media" /><category term="People" /><category term="Life" /><category term="Trends; lifestyle" /><category term="Twitter" /><category term="Pregnancy" /><category term="Moblogging" /><category term="Mobile Blogs" /><category term="Parenting" /><category term="Direct Selling" /><category term="Home Based Business" /><category term="Money" /><category term="Writing" /><category term="Spiritual" /><category term="Improve Credit" /><category term="Things that make me smile" /><category term="Infant" /><category term="Xanga" /><category term="Social Networking" /><category term="Advice" /><category term="Politics" /><category term="Blogging" /><title>Mental Reality</title><subtitle type="html">Full time working mother/wife turned part time blogger. Imaginations, thoughts becoming realities to be shared with the masses.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mentalrealities.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mentalrealities.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>StitchGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/KoWRQ" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/kowrq" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFRXs6eSp7ImA9Wx5QEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643696171231095603.post-1820790090519355837</id><published>2010-08-31T15:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:46:54.511-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-31T16:46:54.511-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moblogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Xanga" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mobile Blogs" /><title>Moblogging - Mobile Blogging is on the Cutting Edge</title><content type="html">&lt;a target="_blank"  href="http://www.amazon.com/Motorola-DROID-Android-Verizon-Wireless/dp/B003UESOGA?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=mental03-20&amp;link_code=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969"&gt;Mobile blogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=mental03-20&amp;l=btl&amp;camp=213689&amp;creative=392969&amp;o=1&amp;a=B003UESOGA" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" /&gt; is an exciting phenomenon that is&lt;br /&gt;
sweeping the blogosphere. One of the reasons why a lot&lt;br /&gt;
of bloggers are attracted to the medium of blogging in&lt;br /&gt;
the first place is that they enjoy being able to make&lt;br /&gt;
frequent updates and posts that keep all of their visitors&lt;br /&gt;
up to speed with current situations. Mobile blogs, or&lt;br /&gt;
"moblogs," take this to the extreme by allowing users to&lt;br /&gt;
post things literally as they happen. This new wave of&lt;br /&gt;
moblogs and mobloggers &lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=mental03-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=bpl&amp;asins=B0036WHNVS&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;keep web surfers up to date&lt;br /&gt;
with good and bad events of importance as they occur&lt;br /&gt;
all over the world, helping to make international&lt;br /&gt;
communication faster and more accurate. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many people feel that the limitations of blogging have a&lt;br /&gt;
lot to do with geography. After all, there is only so&lt;br /&gt;
current that a blog can be when you need to run home&lt;br /&gt;
and boot up in order to update it. However, mobile&lt;br /&gt;
blogging marks the beginning of an thrilling new era&lt;br /&gt;
when web-based communication can happen&lt;br /&gt;
spontaneously from any location. Moblogging devices&lt;br /&gt;
mean that there is almost nowhere on the planet that&lt;br /&gt;
remains off-limits for bloggers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mobile blogging is still in its infancy because the&lt;br /&gt;
technology that makes it possible has only recently hit&lt;br /&gt;
the global market. The first moblog technology became&lt;br /&gt;
available over a decade ago, but it is only the past two&lt;br /&gt;
or three years that mobile web devices have become&lt;br /&gt;
user-friendly enough to appeal to most consumers. As&lt;br /&gt;
camera phones and other mobile technology become&lt;br /&gt;
more popular, more and more bloggers are getting away&lt;br /&gt;
from their desks and are hitting the streets. Moblogging&lt;br /&gt;
is becoming much more widespread that it was even a&lt;br /&gt;
few months ago, and mobloggers are quickly attracting&lt;br /&gt;
a lot of attention with the blogging community. It is not&lt;br /&gt;
yet clear whether moblogs will become the dominant&lt;br /&gt;
kinds of blogs in the years to come, but the current&lt;br /&gt;
trend seems to imply that moblogs are here to stay. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mobile devices make it possible to blog from the sites&lt;br /&gt;
where current events are unfolding, which is one of the&lt;br /&gt;
reasons why mobile blogging has so much thrilling&lt;br /&gt;
potential to revolutionize the blogosphere. A moblogger&lt;br /&gt;
with a camera phone can post blog entries from, say, the&lt;br /&gt;
foot of the podium at a presidential speech, or from the&lt;br /&gt;
stands during the final moments of the world series.&lt;br /&gt;
This enables bloggers to experience the same real time&lt;br /&gt;
thrills that live television coverage provides, but in a&lt;br /&gt;
more democratic medium. The combination of mobility&lt;br /&gt;
and individual control that moblogging provides&lt;br /&gt;
certainly places mobloggers on the cutting edge of&lt;br /&gt;
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Is loose tea leaves the new lata ?" /><author><name>StitchGal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mentalrealities.blogspot.com/2009/08/starbucks-or-teavana-is-loose-tea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIMSX09fCp7ImA9WxNTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1643696171231095603.post-3813123591153281099</id><published>2009-08-07T15:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:26:28.364-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-20T17:26:28.364-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Infant" /><title>Fevers may be caused by not just "infant teething", but "infant mouth sores" ?</title><content type="html">It started Tuesday night. My 8 month old son was turning 9 months the next day and I was so proud at how quickly he was developing into a healthy bouncing baby boy. I just thanked GOD for his great health. During that night I would have never expected he would develop a low grade fever. It was the summer months so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; thought it was due to the weather and lowered the air conditioner five more degrees. But he seemed to get hotter. When I checked his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; it was at exactly 101. 8 Degrees. A low grade for his age, but remember I was just stating how he never got sick. I gave him some Tylenol and his temp lowered to 100. 4 and it remained there for the next day with no luck of it going down. The same night I called the Dr. to make an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; for the next day. He was miserable, lifeless, irritated and wouldn't eat. He kept pulling at is mouth so, I assumed since he had no other symptoms like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; that it must be his teeth, to put a mothers heart to ease till the doctor can confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te next day at the doctors, as usual it took forever before the nurse called us to the patient room. The Nurse did their usual checked his weight and vital signs. I was growing quite impatient. My energetic, full of life, bouncing baby boy, looked like a form of "happy baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;" got hold of him. Finally the Dr. entered the room. After checking and canceling out stomach virus, ear infection, and teething, she shined the light to the back of his throat and there lay the culprit. Over a dozen spots all over the roof of his mouth leading to his throat. What is it I asked ? How did he get it ? A thousand questions .... came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spilling&lt;/span&gt; out of my mouth. Dr W gave me a look and said "Lets find out" she pulled out a large q-tip... (SWAB) and ran it across the top part of his mouth,. It was taken to the lab. I was now tremendously impatient. What seemed like years finally came to an end. Dr. W stated that my son had caught " viral mouth ulcers" a baby version of the cold sore, but they get it inside their mouth. She said it most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;likely&lt;/span&gt; was from a person with a cold. It would last about 7 to 10 days and to just give him some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; so the swelling will go down. How could such little spots bring my baby to such a crawl.. but it happens. A lot of moms aren't aware of this type of virus.. Just and FYI, next time your baby is feeling a little under the weather check the back of his throat he may need another kind of pain medication opposed to the one your giving them. Motrin worked great to bring the swelling down from the ulcers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643696171231095603-3813123591153281099?l=mentalrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Unfortunately society doesn't allow for that. I don't remember last time I walked around with enough cash in my pocket to avoid using that shiny plastic card linked to my bank account. Everything these days seem to be credit card equiped. I have to say that is when I truely knew that I had to reanalyze my spending habits when I ran into a &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.wayodd.com/funny-pictures2/new-coca-cola-vending-machines-accept-credit-cards-d9X.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.wayodd.com/new-coca-cola-vending-machines-accept-credit-cards/v/3311/&amp;amp;h=222&amp;amp;w=275&amp;amp;sz=15&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=15&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=fcbbyL0-qXazRM:&amp;amp;tbnh=92&amp;amp;tbnw=114&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsoda%2Bmachines%2Bwith%2Bcredit%2Bcard%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4TSHB_enUS255US255%26sa%3DN"&gt;soda machines&lt;/a&gt; that accepted credit cards. I've listed below a few things I did to save a few extra dollars;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MORE STARBUCKS:&lt;/strong&gt; Cut back on my daily addiction to the infamous Green Tea frapp which I swore I couldn't live without. Now I make my own ! It taste better too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAY MY SELF FIRST:&lt;/strong&gt; Increasing my 401k budget by 1% every time I received a raise. Did you know that the more money you add the more money your company will give you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOP DISCOUNT STORES&lt;/strong&gt;: Shopping at discount stores like Marshalls, and ROSS. They have the same stuff for way less. And you can almost always find brand name items for as much as 70% off. If you don't like to go out to shop, check out stores like &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/"&gt;Overstock.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;. Remember the one mans trash is another mans treasure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN IN DOUBT BROWN BAG IT:&lt;/strong&gt; When I started doing this I became incredibly shocked to find out the amount of money I was throwing away on a daily basis. I approximated almost $200.00 per month. Trust me you will definately see a difference in this area of your budget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOIN A DISCOUNT CLUB: &lt;/strong&gt;Discount clubs like BJ's and COSCO are so budget friendly. You can save so much if you purchase household items such as toilet paper, toothpaste, deoderant and detergent. Just to name a few. They last a long time. I can't remember last time I had to purchase these items. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just a few things that you can change that won't be too difficult. In the long run it will be worth having the extra cash. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643696171231095603-7746749634831052078?l=mentalrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The exterior of my being was of a young black twenty - four year old female, but it was only a disguise of my true pains, like a prosthetic worn to hide a deformity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As spring surrounded me everywhere, I too wanted to acquire the ability to bloom a new. It was time; I no longer wanted to feel my strength of mind wither into non-existence. I contemplated with my thoughts like a tug of war, trying to come to terms on how. How do I start this journey that I’ve been afraid to take alone for the last three years? Reveling my true identity to my self, facing the mirror and staring at the inside. Maybe I wasn’t the only one with this defect of not knowing how to let things go and move on as they came and left my life. It was like the infamous saying, “forgive, and forget”. If you forgive do you ever really forget, and vice versa. If this is part of your experience in life, that is meant to be used as a protective shield so there will not be a second occurrence are you truly suppose to forget? Questions gone unanswered can drive a person crazy, which is not the choice category I wanted to be labeled. So slowly I dissected my thoughts. Choice word being dissected, because peeling the outer shell, exposed me to a new pain that I wasn’t aware I could feel. Learning to feel was the hardest part of the transition. I was becoming raw to all my inner emotions that were locked away for so long. In essence I didn’t like who I was, or who I was becoming. I needed justification of my self worth. Love, acceptance, sex, the need of feeling wanted emotionally, mentally, and physically, this emotional equation usually leads down the wrong path if not controlled. It happens to the best of us, and as I can only speak for myself, and from my experiences it caused me to lose focus on the foundation of my life. The answer to this equation is initially simple, “learn to love yourself”, and the priceless riches of life will follow. Easier said then done. Especially coming from someone who didn’t familiarize with the luxury till her early twenties, when in general conversation a friend made a comment “ You need to learn to love yourself.” I was taken aback; there was no self-history of that emotion before that moment in my life. After I came to terms that I didn’t know how express love for “me”, I was quite astonished at my own ignorance. No I wasn’t immune to it, just didn’t know it could exist. What a huge breakthrough I thought, but soon to discover that this was just a scratch on the surface. How do you learn to love someone you didn’t know existed as an individual? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Here I was a mother, and a wife, and I didn’t know how to love myself. I had to reassure my self that I was capable of the act of loving. I love my child, and I love my husband, but I didn’t love myself. Something was very wrong. Did I love or was I just committing myself to the situation at hand, adjusting to what my life had become ultimately. I was lost in a chaotic whirlwind of emotional confusion, and it hurt. It hurt because the truth was evident I was just playing a role. I didn’t know why I was, where I was in my life. It is as if I had sudden amnesia I didn’t know how I got here. I wanted out but I knew that was impossible, that would just add to the invisible list of disappointments I had created for myself. The emotional equation submerged again, but this time I decided to analyze it. I wanted to know where I went wrong. Not knowing love, but wanting to be accepted by whoever would accept, and confusing sex with being loved, or being in love. It was all a disillusion, I felt empty, and my heart ached. How did my thoughts become so disorganized? Was these thoughts implemented by family, society or by my choice of friends? It was evident I was trying to blame everyone but myself. I had to many faults to hide, and too little accomplishments to discuss. I had to revisit my past learn to deal with my pains, let go and move on, great plan I thought. Afraid to be alone, stopped me from being able to move forth in my life. Faking happiness was becoming harder, and harder. I was deceiving not just myself; my daughter was now part of the lie. Most people a wait the moment that they can claim their independence as they’re own. To be classified as the “single mother”, caused me to shake in my own skin. What was my self worth, what did I have to show for my time on earth. Was I a waste of breath, one of God’s experiments gone bad. My life resume; A child born out of wedlock, lack of education, a marriage built on lust, and mounds of bills. And don’t get me wrong I loved my daughter, she was my greatest accomplishment if not the only great accomplishment, and one of the priceless riches of life, other then that…I was a lifeless garden, with the ability to blossom, but where was the water, sunlight, or nurturing. It was central love of ones self. To grow one needs to allow the soul to weep…and so I weep in hopes my inner spring will bloom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1643696171231095603-7965059638899253093?l=mentalrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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