<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.comments</id><updated>2011-11-02T00:41:13.927-06:00</updated><category term='once upon a time'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Gramma'/><category term='moments'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='grasshopper'/><category term='pride'/><category term='sticky rice'/><category term='free'/><category term='loss'/><category term='confessional'/><category term='bingo'/><category term='change'/><category term='wonton soup'/><category term='older women'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='aging'/><category term='relax'/><category term='sex'/><category term='desire'/><category term='confess'/><category term='free book'/><category term='shopper'/><category term='course'/><category term='zen'/><category term='Who'/><category term='traits'/><category term='funny video'/><category term='promise'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='learning'/><category term='science'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='man'/><category term='practice love'/><category term='massage'/><category term='exam'/><category term='cherish'/><category term='blue'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='old'/><category term='God'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='joong'/><category term='buck'/><category term='care home'/><category term='potstickers'/><category term='dental floss'/><category term='older'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='Horton'/><category term='faith'/><category term='relaxation'/><category term='three words'/><category term='anonymous'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='farts'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='cautious'/><category term='heart breaker'/><category term='dental'/><category term='sound of my heart'/><category term='dishwater'/><category term='queen'/><category term='index'/><category term='caution'/><category term='abundance'/><category term='house work'/><category term='skies'/><category term='cold drink'/><category term='fear'/><category term='love'/><category term='Cirque du Soleil'/><category term='grace of God'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='master'/><category term='happily ever after'/><title type='text'>Brown-Eyed Girl</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/feeds/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-6949576884034674258</id><published>2011-11-02T00:41:13.927-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:41:13.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very &amp;quot;Yay!&amp;quot;

&amp;lt;3 you</title><content type='html'>Very &amp;quot;Yay!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 you</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/6949576884034674258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/6949576884034674258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html?showComment=1320216073927#c6949576884034674258' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-4838868493719006622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/4838868493719006622' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-2592316074029976861</id><published>2011-10-05T12:07:04.671-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:07:04.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, that&amp;#39;s a lot of boob shots! :-D

Curious ...</title><content type='html'>Wow, that&amp;#39;s a lot of boob shots! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious whatever became of this...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/2592316074029976861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/2592316074029976861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/confession-212.html?showComment=1317838024671#c2592316074029976861' title=''/><author><name>Scrapnqueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15244501196825514501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIMRL1L99E0/ToAHwnvOnaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nqrD3FgBnQQ/s220/DSC03116%2Bcropped%2Bweb.jpg'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1257831076'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-1496875346799372673</id><published>2011-10-05T12:00:53.094-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:00:53.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So, so cool. Yay!</title><content type='html'>So, so cool. Yay!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/1496875346799372673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/1496875346799372673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html?showComment=1317837653094#c1496875346799372673' title=''/><author><name>Scrapnqueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15244501196825514501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIMRL1L99E0/ToAHwnvOnaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nqrD3FgBnQQ/s220/DSC03116%2Bcropped%2Bweb.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-4838868493719006622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/4838868493719006622' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1257831076'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-8652616249655555466</id><published>2011-08-09T13:50:58.633-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:50:58.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.

I&amp;#39;m sure you and B will be meeting hi...</title><content type='html'>Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure you and B will be meeting him sometime soon!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/8652616249655555466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/8652616249655555466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html?showComment=1312919458633#c8652616249655555466' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-4838868493719006622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/4838868493719006622' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-6735859208020105366</id><published>2011-08-09T13:40:43.215-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:40:43.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, I had read this post half way down, and then...</title><content type='html'>Damn, I had read this post half way down, and then got interrupted at work. Doh. I forgot to come back and read the rest... The very part where you started talking about the true meaning of your title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on meeting such a wonderful man :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/6735859208020105366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/6735859208020105366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html?showComment=1312918843215#c6735859208020105366' title=''/><author><name>Tanya (@netchick)</name><uri>http://netchick.net</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-4838868493719006622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/4838868493719006622' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-287397612'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-2692796048046946707</id><published>2011-07-25T11:51:31.246-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:51:31.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;#39;m going for it.  What&amp;#39;s to think about? ...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m going for it.  What&amp;#39;s to think about?  I asked for him and here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait for you and B to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  This means I really do want to set our fall date for me to have you over for dinner.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/2692796048046946707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/2692796048046946707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html?showComment=1311616291246#c2692796048046946707' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-4838868493719006622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/4838868493719006622' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-5712622425739550865</id><published>2011-07-25T10:50:44.177-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:50:44.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS!!! Go for it, girl. Love like you&amp;#39;...</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THIS!!! Go for it, girl. Love like you&amp;#39;ll never get hurt. Don&amp;#39;t think, just believe and enjoy. :-)  xoxoxo</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/5712622425739550865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4838868493719006622/comments/default/5712622425739550865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html?showComment=1311612644177#c5712622425739550865' title=''/><author><name>Heather U</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/no-more-fear.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-4838868493719006622' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/4838868493719006622' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1786342036'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-2015133062190216688</id><published>2011-07-21T23:29:38.331-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:29:38.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was always an A cup until I gained weight, now I...</title><content type='html'>I was always an A cup until I gained weight, now I&amp;#39;m a C. Those sizes are generally quite manageable and don&amp;#39;t require any heroic efforts to dress, although I do find that on a petite frame the boobs stretch the shirts before anything else does. I do have a friend who got a reduction after high school for back problems and she&amp;#39;s super happy with it. If it were just cosmetic I&amp;#39;d be disinclined to risk the complications from surgery, but the back pain would drive me to the hospital faster than anything else would. I don&amp;#39;t think suffering is noble and it it helps to relieve the pain - go for it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/2015133062190216688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/2015133062190216688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/confession-212.html?showComment=1311312578331#c2015133062190216688' title=''/><author><name>Tatiana</name><uri>http://www.mycoldprairie.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-850452722'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-741081196414519919</id><published>2011-07-10T12:47:03.646-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T12:47:03.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I&amp;#39;m leaning heavily toward &amp;quot;do it&amp;quot;. ...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m leaning heavily toward &amp;quot;do it&amp;quot;. I want to know if anyone has any cons that I hadn&amp;#39;t yet thought about that might change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support (like a good, expensive bra, get it?)! haha</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/741081196414519919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/741081196414519919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/confession-212.html?showComment=1310323623646#c741081196414519919' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-7994890197950042185</id><published>2011-07-09T01:53:58.821-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:53:58.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother has double D&amp;#39;s. She&amp;#39;s mentioned ...</title><content type='html'>My mother has double D&amp;#39;s. She&amp;#39;s mentioned before that reductions are covered under our Canadian medicare system. I&amp;#39;m pretty sure she said all you need is a note from your doctor stating that they are causing health problems. Augmentations are obviously not covered as there are no known health benefits to bigger bazoongas. My mom says she considers it now and again but because her back is holding up pretty well she doesn&amp;#39;t give it more than a little thought. She said if she had back problems she would likely get it done. Sounds like you qualify very well for a reduction. Too bad you couldn&amp;#39;t donate them to some vanity stricken skinny bitch on a budget. Hmmm.... Maybe you can Ebay the extras for cash? That way you could afford the new bra size replacements that you would need after a reduction. Could be a win win.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/7994890197950042185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/1166199126282701473/comments/default/7994890197950042185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/07/confession-212.html?showComment=1310198038821#c7994890197950042185' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1705974251'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-7973817886881719120</id><published>2011-06-10T00:15:35.042-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:15:35.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee hee! That is an odd one, alright! :-)

No wond...</title><content type='html'>Hee hee! That is an odd one, alright! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you have such a dazzling smile!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/2909768593531171162/comments/default/7973817886881719120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/2909768593531171162/comments/default/7973817886881719120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/06/confession-211.html?showComment=1307686535042#c7973817886881719120' title=''/><author><name>Scrapnqueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973601898352145115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17964011649057616282'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lq-6V5Uy2I4/TSUGRCX0e-I/AAAAAAAAA2M/Maj286cUt1I/S220/DSC02064%2B150x200%2Bavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/06/confession-211.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-2909768593531171162' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/2909768593531171162' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1644854961'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-8042184347131122701</id><published>2011-03-14T22:26:12.064-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:26:12.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Mary of somebody or other.... It&amp;#39;s abou...</title><content type='html'>Mother Mary of somebody or other.... It&amp;#39;s about time someone broke the comment ice. I&amp;#39;ve been checking in here over and over only to find no comments. I don&amp;#39;t want to keep hogging first comments. I figured I&amp;#39;d share it up but I nearly had to break down here. It&amp;#39;s been nearly a month and a half. Patience: not always a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again a bit of a differing opinion we have. I used to play by the river a lot when I was a kid. I used to find myself in situations where there were large gangs of kids walking toward me. I still am on roads where there are large vehicles driving. Fear has kept me alive thus far. One friend dead at the age of four, crushed under a truck fearlessly driving his tricycle down the road. I&amp;#39;ve been cornered and beaten lots by groups of bullies but not nearly as many times as I would have had I not run away in fear when I had the chance. I&amp;#39;ve seen a few friends of mine slip and catch themselves falling on icy rocks by the river or scurrying back just in time as the ice on the riverbank started cracking. I find fear quite useful in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do understand what you&amp;#39;re saying though. I&amp;#39;m sure you weren&amp;#39;t referring to that sort of stuff but it is the same emotion. I find that emotional control is the key to maximizing the life experience. That being said, I will admit that I am overly cautious and it has probably cost me some good times. Mind you they could have been bad times too. You never know. I&amp;#39;m just not the &amp;quot;don&amp;#39;t know if you don&amp;#39;t try&amp;quot; sort. Keeps me from even trying drugs. Some people get stung with that attitude and no common sense to go along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;ve never really thought about aging in a fearful way. I just don&amp;#39;t put my existence in terms of how old I am. When my kids try to make me feel old by mentioning my age I just tell them that I&amp;#39;ll outlive them by a few thousand years anyways so it doesn&amp;#39;t matter.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/5200605375514487795/comments/default/8042184347131122701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/5200605375514487795/comments/default/8042184347131122701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/02/welcome-to-confessional-heres-how-it.html?showComment=1300163172064#c8042184347131122701' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/02/welcome-to-confessional-heres-how-it.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-5200605375514487795' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/5200605375514487795' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-406446442'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-5078351955694383226</id><published>2011-03-12T01:26:56.096-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:26:56.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoy getting older too, for the same reasons - ...</title><content type='html'>I enjoy getting older too, for the same reasons - age smoothes the &amp;#39;neuroses&amp;#39; of youth, and the added perspective more than makes up for the loss of perfection. I&amp;#39;m still pretty young, but the difference from a decade ago to now is fantastic. I look forward to one day being an old lady with all my faculties and a sharp tongue :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/5200605375514487795/comments/default/5078351955694383226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/5200605375514487795/comments/default/5078351955694383226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/02/welcome-to-confessional-heres-how-it.html?showComment=1299918416096#c5078351955694383226' title=''/><author><name>Tatiana</name><uri>http://www.mycoldprairie.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2011/02/welcome-to-confessional-heres-how-it.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-5200605375514487795' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/5200605375514487795' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-40008506'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-7299317942289499313</id><published>2010-12-09T12:15:12.408-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:15:12.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One could even argue that there are few &amp;quot;good...</title><content type='html'>One could even argue that there are few &amp;quot;good&amp;quot; women out there. Society has bred people of different values. We have become somewhat self-absorbed and superficial. Many men feel they have to be a 9-10 in order to attract a lady.  That puts tons of pressure on guys cause realistically we are not 10s. Media, hollywood and advertising have painted a picture which not many men can compete with(same for the ladies). Has it raised everyones standards so high they cannot be acheived.  Sure seems that way. My single buddies are all looking for the Blonde 10 beer girl and all my single lady friends are looking for the Zach Efron clones. Kinda sad really that so many wonderful people are being overlooked. I cannot see any lasting hope for these friends of mine until they start looking at some inner qualities. I feel for anyone who has to sort through a maze of people just to find the worthy one. Difficult in these times. I work with alot of men, and I realized that probably 75% of them are jerks. Funny, considering that 70-30 split thing you mention. I would never talk about my wife, or any woman for that matter, the way they do.  I would never act the way they do towards a woman. I am kind of embarassed of that behavior.  Doesn&amp;#39;t look to good for us good guys. Don&amp;#39;t paint us all with the same brush, American or Canadian. Don&amp;#39;t get me wrong, I am no candy ass. I can be as red-blooded and full of macho bullshit as the next guy, but I know when to calm it down and check it at the door. Every woman you meet does not have to be a conquest.  Seems most guys do not get this. Kinda off your topic here, sorry, just got on my rant and had to finish. My question to you...Do good guys really finish last? I have a rant on this to, but..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/543470987959455193/comments/default/7299317942289499313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/543470987959455193/comments/default/7299317942289499313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/09/gentlemen-only-need-apply.html?showComment=1291922112408#c7299317942289499313' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1105357995'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-5966162432126181903</id><published>2010-12-08T23:02:52.781-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:02:52.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls walls walls.... hmmm... I suppose I kinda us...</title><content type='html'>Walls walls walls.... hmmm... I suppose I kinda use them as a tool of sorts to isolate problems for troubleshooting things mentally. It is true what you say as far as the isolation goes for keeping the good out. I guess because I use them in a somewhat neutral fashion they work just as well at keeping bad things in, AKA the words spoken in the heat of the moment that can offend in perpetuity. You know, the ones you think to yourself later that you never really meant and wished you could take back. Another good side effect of that can also be the nasty words spoken in return are also missing. Confrontation avoidance is what it works out to. Not a bad thing in my books. Meanwhile the time I would have spent arguing is being used to figure out what got things to a point that could have turned uglier than they did and possibly figure out ways to prevent it from happening again and maybe compromise or fix the current problem in order to get back on the good track or &amp;quot;good bus&amp;quot; or however one chooses to see it. Make sense? So I guess walls can work to my advantage or to my disadvantage but I like to think that because I understand how they work in their psychological equivalent terms that I can choose to use them almost exclusively for the common good. Yeah sometimes they just go up because of hurt or rejection but same sort of deal there too. I see them as a useful way of dealing with pain in little nibbles until a person can reach a comfortable level of open. No, not as time efficient as just letting it all hang out but it means that I can avoid the snap and whiplash of any sudden realizations. Translation to that is that I change emotional states very slowly which equates to stable and laid back. A little more complicated if I have to put up walls internally against myself to deal with any personal deficiencies (internal conflicts) but I think as long as I&amp;#39;m honest with myself that I can work the same strategy there too. Hope your friend finds something that works for her. Good topic for discussion. Nice to see others opinions on the matter.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/5966162432126181903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/5966162432126181903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html?showComment=1291874572781#c5966162432126181903' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-9134880437203603236' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/9134880437203603236' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1962640077'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-6062345205387758955</id><published>2010-12-08T18:39:01.168-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:39:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That brings up another thought.

I believe that ev...</title><content type='html'>That brings up another thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone has been &amp;quot;through&amp;quot; something difficult &amp;amp; significant to them.  I think even the ones who seem to float through life do and maybe even more so than others.  I think those are the ones who put on a big smile and laugh so people think they are &amp;quot;fine&amp;quot; and they won&amp;#39;t have to open up to anyone about their pain and won&amp;#39;t have to make themselves vulnerable.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/6062345205387758955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/6062345205387758955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html?showComment=1291858741168#c6062345205387758955' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-9134880437203603236' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/9134880437203603236' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-1409119686091849204</id><published>2010-12-08T09:30:18.267-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:30:18.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to break down those walls before you can ...</title><content type='html'>You have to break down those walls before you can truly heal. As with any type of &amp;quot;work&amp;quot; it will be difficult.  But only after that will she be able to truely put those bad times behind her and move on. Thru out my life, I have not been blessed with the silver spoon, I have had to overcome many difficulties right from a young age. I do have a degree of envy or jealousy of those which seem to float thru life, not for a care in the world, with no traumatic events.  But my experiences have made me what I am, and made me stronger.  I have had to drop walls to come to these conclusions. No walls are impenetrable. Rough times come and go, the character it creates within you is there forever.  I like the quote &amp;quot; It is not what you achieve in life that counts, as much as what you have overcome&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/1409119686091849204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/1409119686091849204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html?showComment=1291825818267#c1409119686091849204' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-9134880437203603236' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/9134880437203603236' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1105357995'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-5891327918909125619</id><published>2010-12-08T00:37:13.255-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:37:13.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for being who you are.  You are in the m...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being who you are.  You are in the minority among men in Canada.  Kudos to you for treating your lady well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that you are married, this backs up my theory that men who know how to treat a woman properly are, for the most part, taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For single women, searching out guys like you doesn&amp;#39;t help when the smart ladies have already snapped them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves us with the eejits.  For the most part.  There are always exceptions.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/543470987959455193/comments/default/5891327918909125619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/543470987959455193/comments/default/5891327918909125619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/09/gentlemen-only-need-apply.html?showComment=1291793833255#c5891327918909125619' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-3668765513750943596</id><published>2010-12-07T18:06:11.920-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:06:11.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Paul ~ Absolutely.  There are as many different ...</title><content type='html'>@ Paul ~ Absolutely.  There are as many different ways to find one&amp;#39;s way as there are people.  Thank goodness you figured out the cause of that nightmare you went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ my friend P ~ You too are right, I think.  The negative bus offers you the cheap, easy way but doesn&amp;#39;t tell you that it doesn&amp;#39;t want to let you off.  The positive bus takes more effort, more thought and it takes gratitude &amp;amp; appreciation in order to stay on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something sometime somewhere about heaven and hell and both of them being right here on earth, being the same place and we simply choose which one we want.  When we consciously choose and strive toward one or the other just by virtue of our attitude of thankfulness, appreciation &amp;amp; gratitude, we get just what we chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ both of you ~ I wrote this because my friend has been struggling with opening up to the vulnerability to the hurt &amp;amp; pain that automatically comes along with facing truth &amp;amp; admitting to weakness.  This post was meant as encouragement and motivation for her to take a deep breath &amp;amp; leap into vulnerability, letting go of her walls.  I truly believe that when we have walls up, no matter the form, we block out the pain AND we block out the joy &amp;amp; happiness.  I believe walls are not selective in what goes in and what doesn&amp;#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&amp;#39;s your take on that aspect?  What consequences do we face when we put up impenetrable walls?  What benefits do we reap when we break them down?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/3668765513750943596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/3668765513750943596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html?showComment=1291770371920#c3668765513750943596' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-9134880437203603236' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/9134880437203603236' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-3482631788795499293</id><published>2010-12-07T14:25:58.274-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:25:58.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting....I guess I would fall into that lowe...</title><content type='html'>Interesting....I guess I would fall into that lower 30% on the Canadian side. I was raised to always respect,admire and appreciate women. My father was a very affectionate man and I would always see him hugging and kissing my mom. There didn&amp;#39;t have to be a special time or place for it to happen. He just loved her all the time. So now as an adult I have taken on that trait. I smother my wife and kids with affection and am dam proud of it. I am also very much a gentleman. I will run ahead of a woman just to hold the door for her. I will carry a woman&amp;#39;s groceries to her car for her if she is having trouble. I will compliment a complete stranger on her hair or clothes if I am standing in line at Tim Hortons. I will cook for my wife 90% of the time(since I am home before her anyway) I do my share of housework and I have no problem with massaging her feet as we sit on the sofa and watch hockey together. I will go shoe shopping with her and not complain, and even try to help her pick a pair out. It is not about the shoes, but just about being out together. Now, I may sound like a whipped husband, but that is not the case. She let&amp;#39;s me do whatever I want, I just choose to treat her like a princess. It&amp;#39;s my way. And I am not desperate either...I have been told I am not hard on the eyes. 6 ft 2, 200 lbs, still have good hair, great sense of humor and of course very thoughtful and loving. I love to surprise her with flowers and little silly gifts, and even put silly love notes in her purse or truck for her to find. So with all this said..I have to say one more thing...I Am Canadian. I will not take a back seat to any American male cause I know how to treat a woman. Guys like me just have to be searched out a bit. But lower 30% ?? Really ?? I was not aware. My value has just gone up..I feel good about that.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/543470987959455193/comments/default/3482631788795499293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/543470987959455193/comments/default/3482631788795499293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/09/gentlemen-only-need-apply.html?showComment=1291757158274#c3482631788795499293' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1105357995'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-3554687790587049268</id><published>2010-12-07T11:25:49.985-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:25:49.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You cannot heal, until you can accept that you nee...</title><content type='html'>You cannot heal, until you can accept that you need healing. Emotions are part of being human. It is okay to cry, be angry, scared or confused. Sometimes it is only after these emotions we realize we need help, and give up fighting and accept help. We all covet thy neighbour and think what a grande life they have, and wish we had such a life. Not knowing what lurks behind their eyes. I am not a man of religion, but I believe if there is a &amp;quot;hell&amp;quot; so to speak, we are living in it now. But we still have a choice in how to live in this world, whether it be in the positive or negative. This can be a very difficult task, to choose and keep your direction. I look at it like there is two bus routes and two buses. The positve bus and of course the negative bus. You choose which one you want to get on and ride. On the negative bus, you never get a window seat and it is always crowded. On the positive bus, every seat is a window seat, the view is great, the sun shines in and you get elbow room. What&amp;#39;s the problem? The negative bus has way more bus stops than the postive one and the fare is free. Making it very enticing and easily boarded. But because there are so many people on it, it is difficult to make your way to the door to leave, making you want to give up and just sit there. The positive bus will usually ask you to give up some kind of emotional baggage, it likes to travel light. This can be hard to do because people get very attached to their luggage no matter how old, beat up or crappy it is. It is OK to take a ride on the positive bus, you might just end up at the mall and find some new and better luggage. Just my opinion. I am on that positive bus and have no intention of ever pulling the &amp;quot;next stop&amp;quot; cable.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/3554687790587049268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/3554687790587049268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html?showComment=1291746349985#c3554687790587049268' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-9134880437203603236' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/9134880437203603236' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1105357995'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-7089912835435148390</id><published>2010-12-04T00:24:51.237-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:24:51.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds like John Cougar Melonhead is ready to go p...</title><content type='html'>Sounds like John Cougar Melonhead is ready to go postal here.... ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting take on emotions. Unusual analogy. I&amp;#39;m not going to go into how I manage my emotions other than to say very different from this. I think I&amp;#39;m more the sort to put a tube in to do a slow drain on the boil to relieve the pressure and while that&amp;#39;s happening multitask and look for what caused it and strategize fixes or compromises for improvement. Seriously, I&amp;#39;ve had for real bad experiences with boils as a kid where they just sliced me open and stuck gauze on. No anesthetic and lots of nurses to hold me down. Horrible scars left. Don&amp;#39;t care for that approach literally or metaphorically. Eventually realized it was to do with metal allergies. No more commando for me after that. Damn rivets on jeans all to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goal, different tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of the primary ingredients to getting past bad stuff and moving on to better things is optimism, a desire to improve, a good sense of right from wrong, and following through on decisions. The rest sort of falls into place after that. I may be missing some other good ones you may want to add. I don&amp;#39;t think the how necessarily needs to be anything specific. There are plenty of different ways to achieve goals. And if one isn&amp;#39;t working, don&amp;#39;t give up, try a different angle.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/7089912835435148390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/9134880437203603236/comments/default/7089912835435148390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html?showComment=1291447491237#c7089912835435148390' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/walls.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-9134880437203603236' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/posts/default/9134880437203603236' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1962640077'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-8720199772170663241</id><published>2010-11-25T20:16:57.097-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:16:57.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As far as cutting kids hair goes, my sister cuts h...</title><content type='html'>As far as cutting kids hair goes, my sister cuts hair professionally and my ex went through hairdressing school so I&amp;#39;ve had the how tos explained to me often enough that I could probably get by but I don&amp;#39;t think the cuts would make it into any fashion mags. As for the dog grooming, just throw me some shears, some pizza, and a slice of cheesecake or seven and I&amp;#39;ll have them spruced up in no time (food later of course otherwise I&amp;#39;d be more likely to nap than work). They sit good for grooming, don&amp;#39;t they?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4568151115105307174/comments/default/8720199772170663241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4568151115105307174/comments/default/8720199772170663241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/blog-confessional-208.html?showComment=1290741417097#c8720199772170663241' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1962640077'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-3510317990567085807</id><published>2010-11-22T16:11:45.653-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:11:45.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand! We need that &amp;quot;selfish time&amp;quot...</title><content type='html'>I understand! We need that &amp;quot;selfish time&amp;quot; occasionally! Sigh. I hope you find some soon.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4568151115105307174/comments/default/3510317990567085807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4568151115105307174/comments/default/3510317990567085807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/blog-confessional-208.html?showComment=1290467505653#c3510317990567085807' title=''/><author><name>Scrapnqueen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973601898352145115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17964011649057616282'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lq-6V5Uy2I4/TCucbF3DPmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/pOq2yn3M7Oc/S220/Profile2010-06.jpg'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1644854961'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5261559789852170450.post-5472419375042641351</id><published>2010-11-21T23:14:11.659-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:14:11.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can say it&amp;#39;s exhausting again and again!

...</title><content type='html'>You can say it&amp;#39;s exhausting again and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m still my same energetic &amp;quot;tackle-the-world&amp;quot; self it&amp;#39;s just I&amp;#39;d like someone else to take the wheel occasionally so I can sit back have the time and brain power for a few of my own things.  When one is busy taking care of all the details necessary to having kids, pets, a home, a car, a job/career change, there&amp;#39;s not much left for the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all those responsibilities are a weight on the shoulders.  I wouldn&amp;#39;t mind someone shouldering a thing or two in my stead at times and relieving me of a bit of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have lots of friends, you one of the best ones.  I don&amp;#39;t feel alone at all.  My friends are there for me for things I absolutely cannot do myself...like things involving the use of a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&amp;#39;m stalling on the tires thing.  How nice would it be to just show up at the tire shop at the appointed time and have my baby come out happy with new winter shoes?  I mean without all the researching and phoning and explaining and deciding and such.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4568151115105307174/comments/default/5472419375042641351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5261559789852170450/4568151115105307174/comments/default/5472419375042641351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mebrowneyedgirl.com/2010/11/blog-confessional-208.html?showComment=1290406451659#c5472419375042641351' title=''/><author><name>Brown-Eyed Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17072614863407731221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0MBtB3fXls/TH3WtVZGoII/AAAAAAAAAJY/CJmkchhLH-0/S220/VLpicnik2.jpg'/></author><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1547746309'/></entry></feed>
