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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 22:07:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Dark Chocolate,          Red Wine</title><description>DCRW is an online journal that discusses nature and the environment, politics and the economy (local and national), current events and a few snippets on my family.</description><link>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" name="robots" content="noindex" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/lwta" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/lwta</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-6420028345810105219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 22:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T18:11:34.459-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hormones</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Facebook</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">"Shake Things Up"</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soul</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apples</category><title>Make my Soul Sing</title><atom:summary>                From Facebook 7/16:  Lisa Van Meter Perry is grateful for true good friends, the summer sun, veggies growing and beautiful flowers that make my soul sing even if it's feeling questionable.::::::::::::::::::::Because I've got to tell you, these days my soul is, or perhaps was, feeling questionable. This has been a really wacky year. What could possibly be in store for the second </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/hJXpKDchNDg/make-my-soul-sing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/hJXpKDchNDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-my-soul-sing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-9030224585737985194</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T11:19:25.689-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dandelions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Apple tree</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">petals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apple blossoms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><title>Petals Like Snowflakes</title><atom:summary>We are blessed to have many fruit trees on our farm (we're fruit rich!), but I refer to the old, yet still graceful, Stayman Winesap tree as "the" apple tree.  The smaller, younger apple trees don't make me swoon when in full bloom. They don't hold a special place in my heart--and won't live in my memory the rest of my life.The last two nights, I stood on the porch in the dark and took in several</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/P3Ld7hCnrq0/petals-like-snowflakes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SfSGPuFuWiI/AAAAAAAAArE/YmYGJd96Wiw/s72-c/IMG_2315.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/P3Ld7hCnrq0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2009/04/petals-like-snowflakes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-540469086377098344</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T11:32:44.415-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">southwest Virginia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Apple tree</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Virginia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tom Burford</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Check</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blossoms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">floyd county</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Floyd</category><title>Apple Tree Splendor</title><atom:summary>This is my humble paean to the hundred-year-old Stayman Winesap apple tree that graces our farm, and thus, our lives.We moved to our farm in Check (northeastern Floyd County) in October 2000. We've been privileged to witness the tree's blossoming to full glorious bloom nine times.I wait for this day and when it arrives, it nearly moves me to tears.I stand close to the end of a low-hanging branch </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/CCgt-y-f7qc/apple-tree-splendor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SfHkzPdlWVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/daZpQQpsmx4/s72-c/IMG_2294.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/CCgt-y-f7qc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2009/04/apple-tree-splendor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-7571823737587670441</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-29T19:25:39.968-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">911 call</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friday night</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">credit card fraud</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">floyd county</category><title>A Country Friday in Floyd</title><atom:summary>Friday late afternoon I checked online for a credit card payment. Yes, I had paid it. I had a vague memory and wanted to double-check, but something else caught my eye. We have two Chase cards, one with a small balance and the other with a zero balance. Except the second card didn't show a zero balance. It showed that we owed $2,187.40 and six purchases had been made to NewEgg.com in the last </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/f00dKMEql78/country-friday-in-floyd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SdAQuB9Fy0I/AAAAAAAAAqU/zev0zj5BxPw/s72-c/credit+card.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/f00dKMEql78" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2009/03/country-friday-in-floyd.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-823714656718470594</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 10:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T16:50:58.444-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">#7</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">starting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">finishing</category><title>Starting again... and again!</title><atom:summary>This is embarrassing. Last Friday I ran into a friend from my mortgage broker life (it surfaces as I bump into former clients/friends). He asked when I would write again, pointing out my last post--three months ago--with Shock! Outrage! No, neither.Then, today, at a food order pick-up, less than a week later, one of my food group 'co-workers' told me she was #7. Two of my now seven (SEVEN!) fans </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/jCrTyPCB4Zc/starting-again-and-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/ScqkZ7fOIZI/AAAAAAAAAqM/TUKu_XrUMFg/s72-c/start_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/jCrTyPCB4Zc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2009/03/starting-again-and-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-3480082203809363709</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T16:05:09.695-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fact or fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Peaches</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LEAF festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scott (husband)</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emerson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Economy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family visits</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spencer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Recession</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Floyd</category><title>Fact or Fiction?</title><atom:summary>To the five of you that read this forlorn and forgotten blog, bless you. In the last ten days, I ran into two of you I seldom see and you both mentioned that you've read my blog. I was humbled, appreciative--and embarrassed--I haven't published since July.Truth is, this falls under the 'fact' category, I have been distraught on &amp; off (not constant, so don't worry), by the news of Fannie &amp; Freddie</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/Lwlb_QJyPdo/fact-or-fiction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/Lwlb_QJyPdo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/12/fact-or-fiction.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-7980768741698391358</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-08T11:15:33.809-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Economy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Federal Reserve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Freddie Mac</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fannie Mae</category><title>Burning Down the House</title><atom:summary>I went to college in the early 80s. The Talking Heads were then a popular band; I attended house parties on campus (don't tell my parents!) where a packed wall-to-wall roomful of people swayed, with a barley pop in hand, to Take Me to the River, and a couple years later to Burning Down the House.[We also sang Rick James' Super Freak, but that's another story. If you aren't familiar with The </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/BTjF6GfSmhA/burning-down-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SIUfQvBlSXI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PJYa49UiSKg/s72-c/157961324_add27e337c.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/BTjF6GfSmhA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/07/burning-down-house.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-8352739900210357149</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T18:51:44.768-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emerson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gardening</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deer</category><title>Daydreaming of Venison Stew</title><atom:summary>Before this summer, I had not considered deer a nuisance. Now, having had some experiences with them, I do. Lately, instead of thinking "What beautiful, graceful animals they are," my thoughts have tended towards "Wouldn't it be nice to have venison this winter?"The deer have repeatedly leaped our garden fence and dined at their leisure, noshing on dwarf and espaliered apple trees (but never </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/fa5gJKGswkc/daydreaming-of-venison-stew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/fa5gJKGswkc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/07/daydreaming-of-venison-stew.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-5586620735522429073</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T14:58:30.973-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vegetables</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stimulus check</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Economy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gardening</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deer</category><title>Stimulus Gardening</title><atom:summary>"Uncle Sam says --  GARDEN To Cut Food Costs," sound advice from a WWII-era poster. Would that our dear Uncle offered us this sage advice in 2008.Instead the "advice" we've received from the Big Cheese, is to spend our Stimulus checks on cheap Chinese crap. (Did I say that?) We, the American Consumers, ARE the U.S. Economy. Without us spend, spend, spending, our economy begins to fall off the map</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/tOPMQWeoo1c/stimulus-gardening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SHO8FmOC2wI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jpV09Rcwtcc/s72-c/108432145_b7eb8a2ceb_d.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/tOPMQWeoo1c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/07/stimulus-gardening.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-8803145046330385968</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T18:19:03.596-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">honesty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blueberries</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">floyd county</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milkweed</category><title>Lone June Post</title><atom:summary>My brain has been stuck in mired muck since late May. But if you're the type that doesn't like to be left in the dark, especially when someone brought it up (me neither), let's say it involves everything from the grandiose (Peak Oil, the faltering economy), to the sublime (living with a bad haircut), to the gray middle in-between (which, I'm sorry to say, I can't reveal what I originally wrote </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/ScdZGUmq0CQ/lone-june-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SHKePYQHoII/AAAAAAAAAc0/oZhNL5xjkO4/s72-c/IMG_1451.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/ScdZGUmq0CQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/06/lone-june-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-1906302011082366680</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-24T00:29:27.714-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jim Nabors</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indiana</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Indy 500</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alzheimers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grandma</category><title>My Grandma and Memorial Weekend</title><atom:summary>This time of night (long past Midnight) I'm fast asleep, though it is often aided with a Melatonin tab (to keep me asleep once I drift off).Tomorrow morning (that is, later today) we're going to a wedding on the Perry side of the family, everyone is expected to be there. For the last 20 years since Scott and I have been a couple, we've driven to see my family in Indiana over Memorial weekend. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/Suql04Yeuwg/grandma-and-memorial-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/Suql04Yeuwg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandma-and-memorial-weekend.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-1550877856704391143</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-17T10:02:37.029-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harvest Moon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spencer</category><title>Spencer's Ride</title><atom:summary>In the span of two short weeks this March, our oldest son, Spencer, celebrated his 18th birthday (which implies that he is now an adult); he passed the GED test, he attended the License Presentation Ceremony at the Floyd County Courthouse and received his permanent plastic driver's license--and last, but not least, he bought his first car.It was a moment in time when every day was a Big Deal.When</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/9fB7Qy_DUrQ/in-span-of-two-short-weeks-in-march-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SCnUcx7syNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/9S9uZSDMovA/s72-c/IMG_0851.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/9fB7Qy_DUrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-span-of-two-short-weeks-in-march-our.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-7927143964582944457</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T18:07:20.870-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Peaches</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">farm life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Floyd</category><title /><atom:summary>The growing peaches need to be thinned, they are the size of almonds or olives. After having zero fruit last year due to the five-day killing frost that occurred near Easter, I look forward to becoming a fruit-processing-fool this summer. Thanks to the bees, this will be possible. And this year, I swear, I am going to learn to make fruit wine from my own fruit! Whoo-hoo!This photo was taken April</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/eyU6oM4hXVM/growing-peaches-need-to-be-thinned-they.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SC4SDB7sySI/AAAAAAAAAcg/U4m3b2hDl5Q/s72-c/IMG_1068.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/eyU6oM4hXVM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/05/growing-peaches-need-to-be-thinned-they.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-6079811036548084166</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-13T11:57:26.359-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Whoo hoo</category><title>WaMu has trademarked "Whoo hoo"</title><atom:summary>I had to give it a second look. It was a banner on top of Calculated Risk, a website I read about economics and finance.An ad from WaMu, short for Washington Mutual Bank, advertised their WaMu Free Checking (trademarked). As I glanced at the ad I thought I saw a trademark symbol after the word "Whoo hoo!" but wasn't sure. I clicked on the ad which became large enough for this reader to see while </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/mf2XvEywHGA/wamu-has-trademarked-whoo-hoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SCnH1h7syLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/vVc_SFSuT_g/s72-c/1209495164_112466f64d_m_d.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/blogspot/lwta/~4/mf2XvEywHGA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/05/wamu-has-trademarked-whoo-hoo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-7143080555669617189</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T18:15:59.643-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Writing Alone...</title><atom:summary>I'm reading Writing Alone and With Others by Pat Schneider. I'm on page 33 but it is the best book I've read thus far on the subject. The first chapter, "Feeling and Facing Fear," contains three exercises, one of which I did today during a long soak in our claw foot bathtub.I ran into a friend at Emerson's soccer game this past Saturday. He mentioned that he read my blog and, while I'd be less </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/qhbea7tgQmI/writing-alone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/SCnKdB7syMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BzsjpbBE5Yg/s72-c/41CF0kAggEL._SL500_BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/qhbea7tgQmI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/05/writing-alone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-8246152828071345026</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T11:42:32.905-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">house cleaning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family visits</category><title>Almost Spring Cleaning</title><atom:summary>Yes, indeed. It's almost Spring, wahoo! We have tackled major house cleaning for a visit by my Dad, not for the return of Spring. A relative is coming to visit!There are various levels of cleaning:1.  Cleaning for Everyday - vacuuming downstairs &amp; putting stuff away and/or stowing it somewhere to put away later.2. Cleaning on Sunday - add bathrooms, putting away stuff on the stairway, seasonal </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/MsJJmxOU7Hw/almost-spring-cleaning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/MsJJmxOU7Hw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/03/almost-spring-cleaning.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-2690586316761979460</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T21:31:20.225-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">red hat ladies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Seinfeld</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><title>Summer of 44 to 45</title><atom:summary>[Note: This was a draft post written 7/13/07. Today I decided "What the h*ll, why not?!" That statement reflects my current frame of mind and is apropos.]I spent the month of June wearing lavender, or at least I tried. In July, it's red. Today it's red with hot pink--with purple eye pencil to boot. And I think I look good!I'm too young for the purple and red hat ladies, but I'm getting there. I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/YpfSiM3_p70/summer-of-44-to-45.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/R9CngJtndZI/AAAAAAAAAaw/26-TFVT2fFA/s72-c/175274362_175b41a344_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/YpfSiM3_p70" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-of-44-to-45.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-9071695653879815331</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T21:38:25.208-05:00</atom:updated><title>Whoopee Do</title><atom:summary>Is that how you spell it? I don't know. I haven't said that in years, and yet, it just came out of my head and I KNOW it shows my age. Who cares.I like my age, mostly. Actually, I do like my age--being 45 is so much better than being 35 (for me), but it's the sagging jaw line and the rest that I can do without. I heard on NPR recently--of all places--that Botox did $1B in sales last year. I told </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/j7Fh64OO7RY/whoopee-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/R9CqDJtndaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/qVeeTEjoZN4/s72-c/blogphoto.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/j7Fh64OO7RY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoopee-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-4981780665295433150</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-15T14:59:02.401-05:00</atom:updated><title>Down, Up and In-between</title><atom:summary>A new year can feel exhilarating and so full of promise.We're barely into 2008 but we've had enough 'life experience' that it seems the first month should be over. Bring on February, please.We knew this month would prove challenging; our new individual "L" (male, age 37) moved in 12/29 and we're knee deep in adapting to new schedules, meds, and appointments, our oldest son began attending </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/TloZxkBFaXE/down-up-and-in-between.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/TloZxkBFaXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2008/01/down-up-and-in-between.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-5373039483354948124</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T08:59:59.114-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">end of the year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">organizing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">socks</category><title>Getting ready for next year</title><atom:summary>A baker's dozen of unpublished posts rambling in my head and two months later, we're fast approaching the end of the year. This seems to happen with increasing regularity.The Christmas rush and pressure is over--all except thank-you notes, which will be written and mailed within a week. We don't usually put away Christmas decorations and take down our tree until we're knee deep into January (</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/ez_4CN0WKJ8/bakers-dozen-of-unpublished-posts-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/R3Ossx7qolI/AAAAAAAAAao/4oRl8J18iTY/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/ez_4CN0WKJ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2007/12/bakers-dozen-of-unpublished-posts-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-5865452021388554128</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T09:16:13.391-05:00</atom:updated><title>Struggling 'blogger' surfaces...</title><atom:summary>to write another day. That would be me. I start, get on a roll and stop. Repeat. Why? I don't know. Part of it is my frenetic life but I'll spare you the details (some of which make it into a post here and there), yet don't we all have crazy lives? Some are crazier than others.Part of my lack of blogging is that I expect too much of myself. Yes, darn high expectations get me every time. I think I</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/bPX7dTQLkZA/struggling-blogger-surfaces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/bPX7dTQLkZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2007/10/struggling-blogger-surfaces.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-8249867091999615886</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-10T11:24:40.641-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tea</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">organic</category><title>Wisdom from Tea</title><atom:summary>What is it with some tea companies? They smartly impart snippets of wisdom, or just darn good quotes or thoughts on tea bag labels (Yogi Tea) and underneath bottle caps. It always gives me something to ponder and sometimes makes me smile which is probably the point. In the last two weeks, thanks to Honest Tea, I've enjoyed the refreshing Sublime Mate (pronounced mah' tay). It is organic yerba </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/lxSxWO4A90Q/wisdom-from-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/Rrx6onGUDVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Bk7obEZCWKk/s72-c/honesttea.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/blogspot/lwta/~4/lxSxWO4A90Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2007/08/wisdom-from-tea.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-8828728463397454221</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-09T17:37:49.432-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tax Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Snow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">floyd county</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">April 16</category><title>On a hot day...</title><atom:summary>...it's good to think about snow for a couple minutes, but this isn't a meditation exercise. This was taken just down the road from our farm in Floyd County on Sunday, April 15. The day was crisp and innocent (although it was usually "Tax Day", so not entirely easy on the mind), and none us knew then what would happen the next day. But on this one day, we celebrated what was most likely the last </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/8voknX5dzaI/on-hot-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/RrtwuXGUDUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uvHXR6CqeCw/s72-c/HPIM2590.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/8voknX5dzaI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-hot-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-7910886108256499632</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-04T15:54:46.742-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school grading scale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">floyd county</category><title>A 'B' or Not a 'B', That's the Question</title><atom:summary>A new blog fan said he "appreciated my commentary on political issues" and encouraged me to continue. They had home schooled four kids all the way through (hear my wild applause), so I had to reply. I thanked him for his kind words and said that he was right, I do wonder if anyone reads my "blatherings" (borrowed from Scott) and worse, it ticks me off that it matters to me. They now have three </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/CQX2-_dWbXE/b-or-not-b-thats-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/RrS7c3GUDPI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/uQ1xTMr_C1w/s72-c/report_card.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~4/CQX2-_dWbXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2007/07/b-or-not-b-thats-question.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33845710.post-4691190632358359836</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-04T11:25:57.225-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ice Coffee-Tea</title><atom:summary>Probably not coming soon to a Starbucks or Republic of Tea near you...I bring you a new summer beverage. Perfect for a hot day, it is Ice Coffee-Tea. What? We've all had Ice Coffee or Ice Tea, but bet you haven't had Ice Coffee-Tea unless you made it yourself, by accident, like I did. It's easy. Simply make a pot of tea in your coffee maker. Pick out your favorite tea bags and pour in the water. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/lwta/~3/Vjiuhe_xOH4/ice-coffee-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa Kae)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__aaSWV2gocY/RrSnh3GUDNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ODE7a2wyavo/s72-c/recipe_icedcoff_06.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/blogspot/lwta/~4/Vjiuhe_xOH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://darkchocolateredwine.blogspot.com/2007/07/ice-coffee-tea.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
