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So, I have been on a Billy Joel kick lately.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know what possessed me to type him into my Spotify account, but I did.&amp;nbsp; It drew me back.&amp;nbsp; Reminded of a vivid childhood that included creativity and dinosaurs and homemade newspapers.&amp;nbsp; (Mary always won the trip to Hawaii, by the way.)

I had a Mary and&amp;nbsp; Judy.&amp;nbsp; They raised us, with the help of our parents, </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/09/for-longest-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYy_kDT0PtOaftpaprIBBhHjC0hz0G-Tx49Cn4PSWZAzt7zM1bXcF2pfZxjl238I8_Yxm0HM9XVqvnj1RtFZuPGLfqmgLy-Memd-DnEerTUtjfxXV5DYZTiDu0pbg5hHkY5loN_JX3rdrR/s72-c/TheLongestTime.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-5344554250456232054</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2014 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-25T22:47:06.998-05:00</atom:updated><title>School Daze</title><atom:summary type="text">A friend of mine posed a question on Facebook today: Who was your favorite elementary school teacher/year?&amp;nbsp; Everyone commented stating how they loved Ms. So and So and why.&amp;nbsp; I racked my brain, trying to think of what my teachers&#39; names were, let alone which year was my favorite.

The thing is, I don&#39;t remember elementary school.&amp;nbsp; Period.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s a blank slate.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve got </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/08/school-daze.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-7293453222479512244</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2014 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-08T07:49:08.395-05:00</atom:updated><title>Rooster Fridays</title><atom:summary type="text">


As some of you may know, Calico Jack and I have recently acquired a new pet.&amp;nbsp; His name is Señor Edgar&amp;nbsp;Hernandez Riggs McMillan Williams.&amp;nbsp; We call him Señor Ed.&amp;nbsp; He is what&#39;s known as a gallo, or rooster (in English).

You see, Señor Ed came to us by way of Calico Jack&#39;s Grandma Riggs.&amp;nbsp; (May she rest in peace. XO)&amp;nbsp; We consider it an honor to have Señor Ed in our </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/08/rooster-fridays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qBoJw1YVYW8mWNsYooZ73S68HnGxOsoKFzBOxpfJm7Lx_rVIYK5fA_toPeFK7FUj8I2aIlG-HKuIWOD9AxcEI5aSKKH0ojkvhdfvQfoVQ1l6BwCKL8qWolX_rX81zzCtGshOzo8UFDP0/s72-c/%C2%BFD%C3%B3nde+est%C3%A1+el+gallo+se%C3%B1or.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-7935972295298209303</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2014 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-07T07:30:00.455-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bipolar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mental illness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">renew</category><title>The Past is the Past</title><atom:summary type="text">

I have been going through my old posts from years ago on this blog and I realized that I was all over the place with what I was writing.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who used to read me and have started reading me again, I thank you for not giving up on me.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, thank you for giving me another shot.&amp;nbsp; A lot of what I wrote before, which I have subsequently taken down because no one </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-past-is-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg74P2hloLtCXzG6UgUJ1yDNi4nrMJVOQw_QgX5onF1LDnVpbXcM8ha_bdMuDlMt1Uxz6cGub5zlu-gXU5UbTj0B3wk3t3cdPW4RRyTqAKNJfdT8H8lEc3eiZca-hQ5Ic8ZKjTPFV-B7tGN/s72-c/Sidewalk.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-8270405691855966366</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2014 10:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:09.575-06:00</atom:updated><title>Life Surrounded by a Meowing Cat</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/08/life-surrounded-by-meowing-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-5576989722565137735</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-07T05:03:39.250-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Most Influential Book I&#39;ve Ever Read</title><atom:summary type="text">

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Ahhh...how do I even begin?&amp;nbsp; This book, To Kill a Mockingbird, is probably the single most influential books that I have ever read.&amp;nbsp; I think it&#39;s because of the time when I initially read this book and the message of the book in general.

I read this book for the first time as a sophomore in high school.&amp;nbsp; I had a wonderful teacher in English that year (</atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/08/the-most-influential-book-ive-ever-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCGtRXKLAzK0EeqdJK-k_t3wj-o_7CNXLIHJRvFkvLuzev70BO4Iuz_0xucmuAiTe7WSQddTuZYgCtj-c5bc3agdTCAW70FGT9Yli1Ntxawhajy5wgqDjbFjzNsXqAtM5iD4sR2swGh1lO/s72-c/To_Kill_a_Mockingbird.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-4113174109523563530</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-05T19:27:52.333-05:00</atom:updated><title>Red Lipstick &amp; Feeling Pretty</title><atom:summary type="text">

I used to wear red lipstick all the time.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it was the dancer in me, but I really liked red lipstick.&amp;nbsp; Then, something changed.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t place my finger on it, why I stopped wearing red lipstick, but I just stopped.&amp;nbsp; Then, something happened when I started feeling the feels again.&amp;nbsp; I realized I wanted to be THAT girl again - the girl that wears red lipstick.

So,</atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/08/red-lipstick-feeling-pretty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hUQQwz4PMI0JWXYh_7QrM5NGq_bFGFajOV8zjikuFDU9fKyIrlQ8ECWJqosdb8kUj73JDnyZqPvXCwma9XddSDdx7PN0VhL0L_7IsG97NaYQLFADLrylxZ-YtLBqQn_a1mbZvzsKYPUG/s72-c/Smile.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-6741830519518159482</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2014 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-04T11:50:27.406-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clown Motel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clowns</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clowns are Scary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Coulrophobia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Fear of Clowns</title><atom:summary type="text">

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It&#39;s a thing.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, it&#39;s a condition called Coulrophobia.&amp;nbsp; My sister Jen suffers from this condition, which I can understand because - CLOWNS WILL EAT YOU!&amp;nbsp; Did you ever have a clown at your birthday party?&amp;nbsp; I think we (my brother and I) might have had a clown one time at our birthday party, or someone else&#39;s party.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know, maybe I&#39;m making </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/08/fear-of-clowns.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_j1KPWYWSJyUghFFtXAwJBuirgkp3EVnlWq-Rfsxux90_xOXxuMHtJkAHPsknCSemZgNTntW5JwLf6tdb4r14ecY7bKysd2fe-HM0IxeGfS444CRGkEBs1yBhtwMggRFWVAz4bpo3jRf/s72-c/clown+band.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-9192012852556475949</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2014 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-30T14:40:07.837-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, How Does Your Garden Grow?</title><atom:summary type="text">


Every neighborhood has at least one.

We live in a city where the wild things grow.&amp;nbsp; The amount of plants and flowers and moss and crazy mushrooms grow with little effort is astounding.&amp;nbsp; Which is why this particular house makes me shake my head.&amp;nbsp; You see, the individual that lives at this particular house only plants silk flowers.&amp;nbsp; They are quite colorful and if you are </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/07/mary-mary-quite-contrary-how-does-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HYTuXABlRKhtlU_8DF40jQCBE7xuhGOAwSE3z0k26iNjUE5hzCJnA2XhdHiULqzNio77hTQoob3PEXdKfn4TwYeMztl8-52YS3iJYTguf42ajfvJp-M07AHh9U0sbNVzdzzM-cdLlVBq/s72-c/fakeflowers.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-120228003447560211</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2014 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-30T12:38:49.162-05:00</atom:updated><title>New Look</title><atom:summary type="text">So, I decided to change things up around here.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve had the same look for years and I decided since I&#39;m giving this another go, I should start fresh with everything.&amp;nbsp;

New is good!</atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/07/new-look.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-7201283635988672971</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2014 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-29T09:46:44.577-05:00</atom:updated><title>Let&#39;s Try This Again</title><atom:summary type="text">



Hi there!&amp;nbsp; Remember me?&amp;nbsp; I remember you.&amp;nbsp; You were my confidantes and my companions and this blog served as my platform for expressing all the things that needed to be expressed when I (we) first started this adventure in the Big Easy.&amp;nbsp; So much has happened and in turn, so much has changed.&amp;nbsp; My husband Calico Jack and I are older and wiser and older...and more </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2014/07/lets-try-this-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kuuhM_T3ZGDhrReONaCYMnQMQJPHa1gtnTQvh4PAtzivOdBBiCXJIBQ5PTdmwIwcu0s8i4NjfF7jCfRfJUBQsDRUuk4pjBDX1mapfkIjC3U7bPo2RCYlQEQ5MLvlz5CFUblEDv7MPlSQ/s72-c/MHD+1.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-711610978603577655</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2013 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:08.883-06:00</atom:updated><title>Pogo Sticks &amp; Roller Skates</title><atom:summary type="text">

Every morning I hear &quot;co-chonk, co-chonk, co-chonk&quot;!&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s the neighbor&#39;s little boy riding his pogo stick as he is waiting for his mom to come out of the house and take him to school.&amp;nbsp; I think he has excessive energy and needs to work some things out before he goes to school.&amp;nbsp; Or, he just really loves his pogo stick.&amp;nbsp;

I never had a pogo stick when I was a child.&amp;nbsp; It </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2013/03/pogo-sticks-roller-skates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteAE0Ez9v1vvkHrgryUMlleR5ZSDz1V6y3sh08Vs_7daTaLKttyQIkWBf2Pji7EK21ZOigL9_48c6ee4Og3A19nz2tFo41a11KWuTy0hEicAzSBiHA7sPkUMTh1ZRHAYddJtjbkC1sFeA/s72-c/pogo+stick.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-4228365880773431375</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:07.298-06:00</atom:updated><title>Dreams and Nightmares</title><atom:summary type="text">

So, I had crazy dreams last night.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it was the pickle I ate before bed.&amp;nbsp; I dunno.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I had this terrible dream that I somehow was burned on the left side of my body.&amp;nbsp; My arm and my neck and my back.&amp;nbsp; I think I was wearing a wedding dress and I caught fire and had to drop and roll to put it out.&amp;nbsp; Then I was left with these huge blisters that I put </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2013/03/dreams-and-nightmares.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKoCUvwyktbuXAQWWrBcdzuFtYfFeag_WE8rrFZaSujqelcfqhp72yc9PhsMXQ6mQc5skpH28QAD72cZRovheFVWRJo0aNktdO0vbkws7R9Zg5OXDLnJm8KPjYFhyLYDJtUTkLZOnHmzA/s72-c/midsummer-nights-dream-QP26_l.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-6710511332309947648</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 16:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:08.586-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sounds of the City</title><atom:summary type="text">

We live in New Orleans (duh).&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s on the Mississippi River and we are surrounded by all these different sounds and sights and smells.&amp;nbsp; Calico Jack and I were talking last night while we were making dinner and we heard police sirens blaring a couple of blocks over.&amp;nbsp; He made the comment that it was comforting to hear those sounds and I agreed.&amp;nbsp; There is a police station just</atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2013/03/sounds-of-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5IFq_oh5fTJHgJHhx5_Ls8YX9cqhfdyjohAr5U06D9cD-Kq7FKdGWU2e05Si4kPv2Eey27hXEYs7NwZeGebRTk_QoCkVpgSHGvCESZrMK-JMYbIN-Ql-dtIFe_wjlbplp3qpYFSrfJ8-/s72-c/246.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-6784024391828663611</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2013 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:08.671-06:00</atom:updated><title>Life and Such</title><atom:summary type="text">





I haven&#39;t blogged in quite some time.&amp;nbsp; After some encouragement from a friend, I have decided to come back to the old blog and give it a go - again.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ll see how this works out.

Things lately have been kind of dull.&amp;nbsp; I am not working right now, but I&#39;m in the process of finding a job.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, praise for all the stay at home ladies in the world, but I am </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2013/03/life-and-such.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1l5v_qP1KH8u41e2-gsYK8nvTvqTCpc6RXguN-_cGD-28hKOqCTuyf5OErsO5x5MgRfoYfZZfg8XPZ27SLEyWOaiukC3d5l7NsmIxenCv1VnnfIvF9mTSOtuaV4nYpT6D0wqe_eafhyAk/s72-c/499.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-85217281494957316</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2012 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:09.704-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all saints day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breaking a mirror</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cajun traditions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crossing your fingers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">knocking on wood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">October</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stepping on cracks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">superstitions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">throwing salt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">walking under a ladder</category><title>October: Black Cats &amp; Superstitions</title><atom:summary type="text">



October is a time for spookiness and superstitions.&amp;nbsp; I know that I always get excited during this time of year and like hearing ghost stories and the history of what we know as superstitions in our society.&amp;nbsp; Ghost stories aside, superstitions can come from something very mundane and common place to a sign of the times in which these superstitions were created.&amp;nbsp; It is always </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/10/october-black-cats-superstitions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6jbPo5zCbgBBYcpXLy4cLXqN62TOSU954FHF9UGsJmxGVVAi5Tm5rT0UyYJsnogPTIt74GPYGN1H48ZEegfyaz88_oQZZizb1X50VUJ48n7Mayi20MsfFl-a0KE6DfEqFzQWPXPvvDSq/s72-c/Black-cat.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-5760417908956699138</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2012 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:08.028-06:00</atom:updated><title>Fixing It Up</title><atom:summary type="text">



Kev and I live in a house that was built in the 1920&#39;s.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s an olllllldddd house!&amp;nbsp; That means that lots of things need to be repaired - like all the time.&amp;nbsp; Our neighbors downstairs had their ceiling cave in because of flooding and now that they have had that fixed, the workers are working on the gutters outside.&amp;nbsp;

I love the architecture of this old house.&amp;nbsp; There </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/08/fixing-it-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXDvEJkzDWZ3ZeD8UAdAe9ScOGQgChiVOzD5VEKCnsdmum4u3y5NgdvVbpTLzheyFlcrNichzpxIROT92_0u0fTWhJUa2Cy7EesAz1QSPJbBxJI-XE3aP9i5a2G7P5U7asPzX4loMMhro/s72-c/photo(3).JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-3612096152641899580</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:07.040-06:00</atom:updated><title>At the Market</title><atom:summary type="text">



So I went and &quot;made groceries&quot; today.&amp;nbsp; For those who don&#39;t live in New Orleans, that means that I went to the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; I had to pick up a few things so Kev and I don&#39;t starve for the next couple of days.&amp;nbsp;

While I was there, I stopped at the fish counter to pick up some salmon.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll call him the Fishmonger, because that is what his position is in actuality.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/08/at-market.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMRbzcJqsrUPey1D13yDmo5AsOa0aVLQEbVy0kjM7HAEbhpCnAzUaLR3US31JfehbWh47T5KVv2Za2Q1-ZYLTrOafFZs8wu7fbBP8mthBcWiYdmu4i0Q2sikrtsKtK4vSjsMBmc_SJSrR5/s72-c/fishmonger.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-1611510610219505780</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:05.772-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Glitter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Krewe of Muses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life in the Big Easy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ruby Slippers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Smithsonian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sparkle Style</category><title>The Ruby-Ness of it All</title><atom:summary type="text">



I love sparkles.&amp;nbsp; Call me a four-year-old, but I love all things shiny.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I&#39;m like a bird, but it brightens my day when I can look at something shiny and glittery and happy.&amp;nbsp; It reminds me of being little and watching &quot;The Wizard of Oz&quot; and seeing those Ruby Slippers.&amp;nbsp; Those are some amazing shoes - seriously.&amp;nbsp; And what woman doesn&#39;t own at least one pair of </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-ruby-ness-of-it-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY64o6dxbI79C1fep_ASN5EX_MDCGZcAM3an0e0gK0ay106uXytOIKhkC5luZg1myjL2Y2P9C99S3a7XQYRzLTbt4n5Pwi0rQjCcbXtP-IhWnWARB-PRIqqhFCJXQqmkSUD2SCBrTtPkM/s72-c/ruby_slippers.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-7479111398151616044</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2012 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:09.185-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Glee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Home Again</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jane Lynch</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Michael Kiwanuka</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Recurring Dreams</category><title>Dream a Little Dream</title><atom:summary type="text">

Flaming June - Frederic, Lord Leighton

&amp;nbsp; 
I keep having a particular recurring theme in my dreams as of late.&amp;nbsp; It started a couple of months ago - I am trying to finish up one of my educational degrees and I have enrolled in the last few hours of classes that I&#39;m supposed to finish in order to graduate.&amp;nbsp; I am attending all of my classes and doing what I am supposed to do to </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/08/dream-little-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiz4nNqvtXAvaxFf17OKaUS4bmx2CZft7_5Vh_sZk4trOxjohExlrRsW9j3-kGkEU0U3JKzYsryBJgckAWLRMb_26kqTmzjA-oaAQ0_WFdXMeCVClP5FhzvCdAlvHsCl80Cb1kiKzXNTck/s72-c/flaming_june.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-2466352422114427523</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2012 11:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:06.415-06:00</atom:updated><title>Paradise</title><atom:summary type="text">



This summer, I had the distinct pleasure to go on a cruise to the Hawaiian islands with my family.&amp;nbsp; My dad treated us all on this trip to paradise where we sailed on a cruise ship and got to experience some of the most beautiful sights a person can experience in his or her life.&amp;nbsp; It was truly amazing and beautiful.

You see, my dad had just retired from his job as a R.N. for an </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/08/paradise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfHDlzKaYccR8luPV1wpGG5YmqhbqzhGiUwK2MNSYYQTkVtDxmZkFQnTwWJdC4Y7LOZBFyDsqZ1uaoHnCQ36m-SfBzXMxnl301didtjEchoYEYV3xO_LdSzb1-vkFJzIvi3yQUdqit1gf/s72-c/photo(1).JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-3255863956482109015</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:06.800-06:00</atom:updated><title>Used to Know</title><atom:summary type="text">
















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&amp;nbsp;Elliott Smith - Somebody That I Used to Know





We all have people that we have come into contact with in our lives that we no longer are &quot;friends&quot; with.&amp;nbsp; It pains me to think about the number of people who have come into my life that I no longer communicate with, but I think it has to do with a passing of time and people changing personalities.&amp;nbsp; It </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/08/used-to-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTijq5tysOqqr9aJEUHlAVwfHK7rfIpoazmna8C8wHyLtk6KKvAO8XYEKhqqE3O0xccNcIfc6S-48_-ZSHxF6xUw12y3mJAUppcGqANz3pODWUO-i_WUINvzRq2kjMiB6CZ3NyAyLUEhW0/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-455452576983038541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 22:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:07.642-06:00</atom:updated><title>It&#39;s Been a While</title><atom:summary type="text">I took almost a year away from blogging.&amp;nbsp; Call it a sabbatical but this past year has brought about many changes in my life and I didn&#39;t need to air out all my dirty business to everyone in the blogosphere.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it would have been cathartic to have this still be my outlet, but I had no words.&amp;nbsp; Gone.&amp;nbsp; Just gone was the tone and excitement that I had experienced giving you a</atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2012/08/its-been-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-3124962484769534219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:06.757-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Apologies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">confessions</category><title>Living in Tree Houses</title><atom:summary type="text">I suppose you could say I have a very hard time letting things go.&amp;nbsp; Not material things as much as spoken words, but it kind of feels like I&#39;ve been running up stairs to get away from the pain of negative words my entire life and that is an approach that I have employed for way too long.&amp;nbsp; It turned me into someone who thought she was a nice person, but in actuality was angry and bitter </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2011/10/living-in-tree-houses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627997689799786226.post-14630260146957423</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-12T16:05:05.623-06:00</atom:updated><title>Trying a New Schedule</title><atom:summary type="text">

My friend Alison made me my own android self!&amp;nbsp; Get yours at androidify.com

I&#39;ve been struggling with my schedule.&amp;nbsp; I have never been a big eater in my life, until I met my husband.&amp;nbsp; He still says he wants to win a food eating contest but I honestly worry about his health after the Tchoupitoulas Challenge Incident.&amp;nbsp; He taught me it was okay to enjoy food.&amp;nbsp; I think we </atom:summary><link>http://monkeyheartdiscourses.blogspot.com/2011/10/trying-new-schedule.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbRoFPBXS_jSyqv0jydWG1KDwUzStTnCUeN_Irgiss_XeaZcF6qcucYasZuzmRgQc_fr0HgSDNYil9aA86o94CtW44WEWzdbMawtgL5pEj8hUGlz5JjeLM49nLYIhvaJNtJ38OQo5e3wMj/s72-c/androidkel.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>