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With optimism &amp;amp; open mind: everything is possible. When you’re on medication and depressed like me? Helps. I wanna do yoga, join me for a beginner class?</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1043</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FromSmilerWithLove" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIAQH4_eCp7ImA9WxNUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4093240380368136458</id><published>2009-11-09T14:05:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:55:41.040-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T14:55:41.040-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mercurial minds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I worry sometimes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title>Re: Days of Reckoning</title><summary>“The Great Monkey Wave”. Click image to view larger version.More copy/pasting today. A wonderful way to fulfill my NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) goals while I’m busily spending creative time on daily sleep-writing for NaNoWriMo (aka National Novel Writing Month). In his wonderful blog At Twilight, Jonas writes today about Days of Reckoning:“I’ve long pondered the disintegrations of the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4093240380368136458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4093240380368136458&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4093240380368136458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4093240380368136458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/oNw5AJwlaPo/re-days-of-reckoning.html" title="Re: Days of Reckoning" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/re-days-of-reckoning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ARXs_eip7ImA9WxNUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-3003275004884379683</id><published>2009-11-09T12:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:22:24.542-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T13:22:24.542-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mercurial minds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title>Copy/Paste</title><summary>Noirest NoirIn yesterday’s entry on her blog A Writer’s Notebook, my mum wrote about something I can relate to only too well:“I’ve discovered I function on an AC/DC -type system that alternates between ‘noirest noir’ and ‘gurgling fountain of mirth’. It’s an antiquated model with separate taps –  like those hot and cold water fixtures that don’t have a common mixing spout. In other words, feeling</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3003275004884379683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=3003275004884379683&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3003275004884379683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3003275004884379683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/aT4oSYAp_70/copypaste.html" title="Copy/Paste" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/copypaste.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FRXs8cCp7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4879169256352982861</id><published>2009-11-08T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:26:54.578-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T23:26:54.578-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>Sleep-Writing</title><summary>There are now so many characters in my NaNoWriMo draft that I can barely keep track of all the storylines each of them is leading me to. I haven’t even bothered to name them all yet.  I just sit there and switch from one to another from one chapter to the next, making them more and more unlikeable and creating as many unpleasant situations for them as I can come up with. I do all this while I sit</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4879169256352982861/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4879169256352982861&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4879169256352982861?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4879169256352982861?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/dHcHD2drh0E/sleep-writing.html" title="Sleep-Writing" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-writing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HRX4zfyp7ImA9WxNUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-8901733278896516619</id><published>2009-11-07T23:54:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:42:14.087-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-08T00:42:14.087-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bipolar Disorder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art therapy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting as expression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manic depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video games" /><title>Featuring a Beautiful Tomboy, Survivor Painter Edition and the Bipolar Ladies Club</title><summary>There might be a word to define that state you get to that is beyond fatigue and utter exhaustion, but I’m at point right now where I don’t even have the energy to do that 30 second search on merriam-webster.com to find out what other synonyms might possibly exist (something my inner nerd normally thrives on). This state has been brought on by many good things, so this is by no means meant to be </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8901733278896516619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=8901733278896516619&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/8901733278896516619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/8901733278896516619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/EEPZrZ2IFDE/featuring-beautiful-tomboy-survivor.html" title="Featuring a Beautiful Tomboy, Survivor Painter Edition and the Bipolar Ladies Club" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/featuring-beautiful-tomboy-survivor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFR309fCp7ImA9WxNUFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-6673869555383220821</id><published>2009-11-05T23:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:18:36.364-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T00:18:36.364-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great quotes" /><title>Victory Must Be Near...</title><summary>“If you keep trying you’ll end up succeeding.In other words, the more you fail, the more you have chances of attaining your goal.”~  Jacques Rouxel, French comics creator“En essayant continuellement on finit par réussir. Donc : plus ça rate, plus on a de chance que ça marche.”~  Jacques Rouxel, ilustrateur de BD français“I say such intelligent things that most of the time I don’t understand what </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6673869555383220821/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=6673869555383220821&amp;isPopup=true" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6673869555383220821?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6673869555383220821?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/WQXo3FzNmsI/victory-must-be-near.html" title="Victory Must Be Near..." /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/victory-must-be-near.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNQX87fip7ImA9WxNUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-2456106369474524554</id><published>2009-11-04T16:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:04:50.106-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T17:04:50.106-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Canadian Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><title>Enjoy The Ride</title><summary>Shut the gates at sunsetAfter that you can't get outYou can see the bigger pictureFind out what it's all aboutYou're open to the skylineYou won't want to go back homeIn a garden full of angelsYou will never be aloneBut oh the road is longThe stones that you are walking onHave goneWith the moonlight to guide youFeel the joy of being aliveThe day that you stop runningIs the day that you arriveAnd </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2456106369474524554/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=2456106369474524554&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2456106369474524554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2456106369474524554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/eqth9R8rTy8/enjoy-ride.html" title="Enjoy The Ride" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/enjoy-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MRno7cSp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-2004102072757786893</id><published>2009-11-02T15:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:23:07.409-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T16:23:07.409-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="procrastination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaBloPoMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title>If You Can’t Fight 'Em, Join 'Em</title><summary>With NaNoWriMo just begun yesterday, I’ve committed to sitting down and punching out a minimum of 1667 words every day for the next month in a crazy attempt to come up with a rough draft of what could presumably become a readable and maybe even publishable (!) novel someday. I’ll only find out on Nov. 30th and beyond whether the third time is a charm or not, and I certainly hope the first 1700 </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2004102072757786893/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=2004102072757786893&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2004102072757786893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2004102072757786893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/tsPhQUxRKTw/if-you-cant-fight-em-join-em.html" title="If You Can’t Fight 'Em, Join 'Em" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-cant-fight-em-join-em.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ARX88cCp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5208340638468885866</id><published>2009-11-02T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:59:04.178-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T14:59:04.178-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="From Pini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><title>Stay Scared, Go Shopping</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5208340638468885866/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5208340638468885866&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5208340638468885866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5208340638468885866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/s8rCYg6jDOA/stay-scared-go-shopping.html" title="Stay Scared, Go Shopping" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/stay-scared-go-shopping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHQX87fCp7ImA9WxNUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-3127329843541606891</id><published>2009-10-31T22:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:58:50.104-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T22:58:50.104-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silly is good" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy Tree Friends" /><title>Have a Happy Tree Friends Halloween!</title><summary /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3127329843541606891/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=3127329843541606891&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3127329843541606891?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3127329843541606891?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/IWkDdJCCAPc/have-happy-tree-friends-halloween.html" title="Have a Happy Tree Friends Halloween!" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-happy-tree-friends-halloween.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkECR3c4fyp7ImA9WxNUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-2794693859579613841</id><published>2009-10-31T20:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:04:26.937-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T23:04:26.937-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting as expression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my paintings" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry" /><title>mes de los muertos</title><summary>Two of a series of four small paintings from today’s Painting as Expression class. Of course the originals look very different and even with my best efforts I couldn’t get the colours quite right here on the screen. Our teacher Vicki had asked us all to bring materials which we could share to inspire each other; images, books, poems or various readings which were in keeping with the prevailing </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2794693859579613841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=2794693859579613841&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2794693859579613841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2794693859579613841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/7MTXW3Thqao/mes-de-los-muertos.html" title="mes de los muertos" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/mes-de-los-muertos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGRnc-eyp7ImA9WxNVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5867524634399417208</id><published>2009-10-30T16:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:05:27.953-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T18:05:27.953-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short stories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>NaNoWriMo Jitters</title><summary>For the third year in a row, I’m at that crucial point where I start telling myself: “What the hell is wrong with me? I’m no fiction writer! Why did I have to go and tell the whole world I’m participating in this stupid NaNoWriMo competition? I haven’t even got a decent storyline to work with and it’s starting in less than two days! Maybe it’s still time to just call the whole thing off?”What is </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5867524634399417208/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5867524634399417208&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5867524634399417208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5867524634399417208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/Dc7zw-oruV4/nanowrimo-jitters.html" title="NaNoWriMo Jitters" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/nanowrimo-jitters.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8EQ3czeSp7ImA9WxNVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-2324544421364864344</id><published>2009-10-30T12:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:33:22.981-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T16:33:22.981-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day Program" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arts and crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things that make me sad" /><title>Graduation Day</title><summary>In her blog this morning, my mum mentions that she awoke from a dream where the internet service was down only to find that her email accounts were disabled (yet again). On my end of the world, I was woken up by contractors for  the cable company drilling and talking loudly just inches bellow my bedroom window and then of course found both my cable and internet were down here this morning too. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2324544421364864344/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=2324544421364864344&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2324544421364864344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/2324544421364864344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/QU2UOR7Lru0/graduation-day.html" title="Graduation Day" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FQ3o5fip7ImA9WxNVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5484270016372076963</id><published>2009-10-29T21:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:11:52.426-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T00:11:52.426-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day Program" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I worry sometimes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="challenges" /><title>Crossroads</title><summary>Tomorrow is my last day as a patient of the day program I’ve been participating in at the Allan Memorial. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I hadn’t expected the camaraderie or that I’d make buddies there, but in retrospect I guess it was inevitable. So many different types of people find their way there and the one thing we all  have in common is we are all at crossroads, trying to find ways </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5484270016372076963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5484270016372076963&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5484270016372076963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5484270016372076963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/qp0PHetEbCo/crossroads.html" title="Crossroads" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/crossroads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFSXkyfSp7ImA9WxNVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-495243244219897184</id><published>2009-10-24T21:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:25:18.795-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-24T22:25:18.795-04:00</app:edited><title>Child’s Play</title><summary>Just a few quick (mostly blurry) snaps from my iPhone taken at the end of our painting class today. We often use the expression “child’s play” in a pejorative way but in this instance I meant it to convey how joyful and free things can be when you stop worrying about results and fully submerge yourself in the process without preconceived notions. Our wonderful teacher Vicki Tansey had us painting</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/495243244219897184/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=495243244219897184&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/495243244219897184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/495243244219897184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/gA7O-2zXds4/childs-play.html" title="Child’s Play" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/childs-play.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANQ3k8eip7ImA9WxNWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4669219836154457938</id><published>2009-10-17T21:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:59:52.772-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-17T22:59:52.772-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bipolar Disorder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manic depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my stuff" /><title>Pro Re Nata</title><summary>If all else fails, I’ll just have to find a cargo of original formula 7-Up.PRN: “Pro re nata” in Latin, literally meaning “for the thing born” and commonly used in medicine to mean “as needed” or “as the situation arises.” A term I wish I had been cognizant of from the very first, when my diagnosis was initially confirmed. Why? Because it would have given me the ability to converse with some of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4669219836154457938/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4669219836154457938&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4669219836154457938?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4669219836154457938?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/E-5JoOd8oK8/pro-re-nata.html" title="Pro Re Nata" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/pro-re-nata.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGQHw9eip7ImA9WxNWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-381895677444759859</id><published>2009-10-17T19:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:38:41.262-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-17T19:38:41.262-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="From Pini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silly is good" /><title>“Next thing I knew, I landed right here!”</title><summary>...Guy in closet: ...“then I was put in a delivery truck, and next thing I knew, I landed right here!“Husband: “Wow, that’s incredible! Did you just hear that darling?”Wife: “Yeah, isn’t that just crazy?!”</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/381895677444759859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=381895677444759859&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/381895677444759859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/381895677444759859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/IbqkIHwcGPE/next-thing-i-knew-i-ended-up-right-here.html" title="“Next thing I knew, I landed right here!”" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-thing-i-knew-i-ended-up-right-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQBQn86cCp7ImA9WxNWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5100066522550551506</id><published>2009-10-17T18:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:55:53.118-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-17T20:55:53.118-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art therapy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Flickr" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my drawings" /><title>Painting Noises</title><summary>Vicky Tansey, a fascinating woman probably in her sixties and in much better shape than I am, is considered to be one of Canada’s leading pioneers in the art of improvisation as a dancer, singer and visual artist, and is also an accredited Tai Chi teacher and Buddhist practitioner, according to her bio on the Visual Arts Centre site. I discovered her great enthusiasm and intensely physical </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5100066522550551506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5100066522550551506&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5100066522550551506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5100066522550551506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/R399toK2g7k/painting-noises.html" title="Painting Noises" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/painting-noises.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQARH05cSp7ImA9WxNWF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-3182723442592622055</id><published>2009-10-16T18:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:32:25.329-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T18:32:25.329-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YouTube" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="From Pini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video clips" /><title>Works for Me!</title><summary>Just my kind of theory. I wish they’d also come up with a fun way of doing your taxes.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3182723442592622055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=3182723442592622055&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3182723442592622055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/3182723442592622055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/eacVGHQykUs/works-for-me.html" title="Works for Me!" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/works-for-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkICQHs5eip7ImA9WxNWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4245524611749549394</id><published>2009-10-11T19:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:02:41.522-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T14:02:41.522-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iTunes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pop culture" /><title>The Good, The Bad, The Ugly</title><summary>I’ve been watching lots of movies these past three weeks. iTunes makes it so easy to rent or buy them and they’ve got a fairly good selection too. Here are a few reviews I wrote on iTunes.Chariots of FireHow it is that I managed to miss this movie since it first came out in the cinema I’m not sure, but having finally rented it I can say that it deserves all the praise it has gotten over the years</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4245524611749549394/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4245524611749549394&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4245524611749549394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4245524611749549394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/K_iTKMUAcCU/good-bad-ugly.html" title="The Good, The Bad, The Ugly" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-bad-ugly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEDRHc9eip7ImA9WxNXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-8056056335402564800</id><published>2009-10-06T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:04:35.962-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T23:04:35.962-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel good" /><title>Quote of the Day</title><summary>Opportunities rather than obligations. ~ Elizabeth</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8056056335402564800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=8056056335402564800&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/8056056335402564800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/8056056335402564800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/4MDxniyXikU/quote-of-day.html" title="Quote of the Day" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-of-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAMSXwycSp7ImA9WxNXF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-6615029930443679700</id><published>2009-10-04T20:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:49:48.299-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-04T20:49:48.299-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="finances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consumerism" /><title>A New Flavour?</title><summary>Posted by popular demand: A new flavour of Häagen-Dazs ice cream? Sort of. But this one helps you actually fight your cravings. Presumably. I guess putting the plastic on ice is more or less working, because I haven’t made any major purchases on my card so far. Only trouble is some of my most frequented vendors like J Crew and iTunes already have my card on file so I did give in and buy some </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6615029930443679700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=6615029930443679700&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6615029930443679700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6615029930443679700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/GhXmq1I8YBQ/new-flavour.html" title="A New Flavour?" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-flavour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQ3k4cCp7ImA9WxNXFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-5309885833253326557</id><published>2009-10-02T20:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:46:02.738-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T23:46:02.738-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Canadian Winter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="montreal weather" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consumerism" /><title>Deep Freeze</title><summary>We have been experiencing a dip in temperatures these past couple of weeks, but it would be an exaggeration to say that it’s freezing. Some crazy kids are still walking around in shorts and flip-flops but most folks with any good sense at all have got their sweaters and light jackets on. And while I’m thrilled to take my cashmere sweaters out of storage for these cool autumn days, hopefully the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5309885833253326557/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=5309885833253326557&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5309885833253326557?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/5309885833253326557?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/P26XpkgOjcs/deep-freeze.html" title="Deep Freeze" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-freeze.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFSXwzfip7ImA9WxNXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-8816233332616096001</id><published>2009-09-27T18:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:13:38.286-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T18:13:38.286-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertising" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>Hippo-Mania</title><summary>One of my favourite tv ads of all time. Never noticed the background sounds towards the end before—subliminal message?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8816233332616096001/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=8816233332616096001&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/8816233332616096001?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/8816233332616096001?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/OxJuggr6pzY/hippo-mania_27.html" title="Hippo-Mania" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/hippo-mania_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFQ304eSp7ImA9WxNXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-6774545781648595232</id><published>2009-09-25T23:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:05:12.331-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T18:05:12.331-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fritz and Mimi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silly is good" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>The Pink Tutu Came Free Too!</title><summary>A little big thing, or a BIG little thing... I can’t decide which category the following announcement falls into:Today I bought my very own dancing hippopotamus. It came with a lovely custom-made pink tutu and everything. As all my beloved frequent readers know, I’m quite enamoured with most types of animals, and dancing animals are really quite extraordinary so I guess it’s not so very strange </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6774545781648595232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=6774545781648595232&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6774545781648595232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/6774545781648595232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/NCHg07TPZWI/pink-tutu-came-free-too.html" title="The Pink Tutu Came Free Too!" /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/pink-tutu-came-free-too.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHRHg-eCp7ImA9WxNQGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905813631842778239.post-4325595876939860363</id><published>2009-09-25T22:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:03:55.650-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T23:03:55.650-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="small steps" /><title>Alpha Bravo Charlie...</title><summary>... Delta Echo,Foxtrot Golf Hotel India Juliet,Kilo Lima Mike November Oscar,Papa Quebec Romeo Sierra Tango,Uniform Victor Whisky Xray Yankeeand... Zulu. (repeat)I’ve been practicing the above paragraph out for the last half hour or so trying to memorize the NATO phonetic alphabet once and for all, to help simplify communications. That way I won’t be grasping for words when trying to spell out my</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4325595876939860363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8905813631842778239&amp;postID=4325595876939860363&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4325595876939860363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8905813631842778239/posts/default/4325595876939860363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromSmilerWithLove/~3/jQDCdjEtmrM/alpha-bravo-charlie.html" title="Alpha Bravo Charlie..." /><author><name>Smiler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04888076998373335876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02789999776074415711" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fromsmilerwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/alpha-bravo-charlie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
