<?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/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:54:14.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa and The Beasts</title><subtitle type='html'>A girl wading through the world with eyes wide open.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-4259068773904930825</id><published>2008-11-05T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:11:29.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo y Julieta No. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SRH8VwsHiCI/AAAAAAAAABE/7wXmavcZTA8/s1600-h/IMG_1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SRH8VwsHiCI/AAAAAAAAABE/7wXmavcZTA8/s320/IMG_1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265266890150217762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best beast of all. My entire being loves looking at the beast, cigar and all. Honestly though, why is it that the sight of your partner can illicit so many happy feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was great. 19 days of being attached at the hip or the fork....that is not fair, but we are good at sharing food and especially chocolate cake. Me sharing chocolate cake? Yes, and only because he is the best cake eating partner a girl could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more photos a soon as I beg some from Basim.  He has barely arrived in Kuwait and will now sleep until he returns to working his 16 hour days again. So, you can imagine that I don't want to create more work for him. However, as he gets to the photos and shares a few, I'll post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thinking about reviving this blog as a way of sharing the truly wonderful and happy parts of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-4259068773904930825?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4259068773904930825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=4259068773904930825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/4259068773904930825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/4259068773904930825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/romeo-y-julieta-no-2.html' title='Romeo y Julieta No. 2'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SRH8VwsHiCI/AAAAAAAAABE/7wXmavcZTA8/s72-c/IMG_1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-2116950211698872291</id><published>2008-07-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:35:12.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Key West Export</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SG_N8CZLskI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aCI9r7csmrM/s1600-h/Key+West+Export10-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SG_N8CZLskI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aCI9r7csmrM/s320/Key+West+Export10-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219616924464034370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the greatest gift of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-2116950211698872291?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2116950211698872291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=2116950211698872291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/2116950211698872291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/2116950211698872291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2008/07/key-west-export.html' title='Key West Export'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SG_N8CZLskI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aCI9r7csmrM/s72-c/Key+West+Export10-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-116589002195085257</id><published>2006-12-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:20:21.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/266/1600/296388/IMG_3969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/266/320/929407/IMG_3969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5687/714/1600/542543/IMG_3969.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is about time I update this blog. Dust it off and pull it out of the closet. The Beast and I are going strong in Eastern Oregon. I must post more photos. I have a great job, which I'll write more about later but the best part is that I am out and learning so much about myself..good and bad but mostly that I really need to grow my hair out. I am running, but not nearly enough, more, isn't that how American's think? Well, it's true, I won't lay down and just be, I want more out of life and I think I will go for the gusto....what it is that I've heard? maybe that I will suck the nectar out and then each the peach, bite by bite.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hopefully I will take my ax out and get a Christmas tree....just the beast and I because there is one thing I have learned and that is that I don't want to count on anyone and I don't want anyone to count on me, well, only Jinx that is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-116589002195085257?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/116589002195085257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=116589002195085257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/116589002195085257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/116589002195085257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-is-about-time-i-update-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-114480640973806239</id><published>2006-04-11T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:46:49.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%201612.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%201612.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bed to read before I sleep. I have been on a reading spree, some 15 books since january. will post titles later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-114480640973806239?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114480640973806239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=114480640973806239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114480640973806239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114480640973806239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-going-to-bed-to-read-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-114473697207564753</id><published>2006-04-10T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:29:32.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%201322.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%201322.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a good boy. Knows where to keep his treats. But who cleans the bed? Me, but it is better than carpet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-114473697207564753?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114473697207564753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=114473697207564753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114473697207564753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114473697207564753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/hes-good-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-114473689912409341</id><published>2006-04-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:28:19.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%201545.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%201545.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil himself. Hahaha. This is the beast and the neighbor puppy playing. The neighbor lets me steal his dog once in a while. Mostly I go ask if it wants to come with Jinx and I because otherwise I listen to run up and down its living room which happens to be over my head. Best to take said puppy and make tired, then when we all come home the puppy goes home tired (read, does not run a marathon) and Jinx goes to his spot under the bed and I well, I just have to suck up the fact that I am tired too and get back to the things that need done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-114473689912409341?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114473689912409341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=114473689912409341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114473689912409341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114473689912409341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/04/devil-himself.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-114263415752442309</id><published>2006-03-17T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:22:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%201108.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%201108.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could one ever be mad at this? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-114263415752442309?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114263415752442309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=114263415752442309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114263415752442309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114263415752442309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-could-one-ever-be-mad-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-114263411982931168</id><published>2006-03-17T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:21:59.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-114263411982931168?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114263411982931168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=114263411982931168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114263411982931168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114263411982931168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/temptation.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-114263402672984974</id><published>2006-03-17T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:20:26.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%20307.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%20307.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-114263402672984974?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/114263402672984974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=114263402672984974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114263402672984974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/114263402672984974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-113315891417969298</id><published>2005-11-27T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:21:54.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%2010171.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%2010171.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky cuddling time. What a beast. He's in there on my bed now with his head on the pillows. Sure, he has his own bed but for some reason the "big" bed calls to him. Late night here and getting later as I have to finish my homework. It's almost done. The term that is and then there is life of the great beyond or ?????&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-113315891417969298?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/113315891417969298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=113315891417969298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/113315891417969298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/113315891417969298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/11/sneaky-cuddling-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-113246865345437482</id><published>2005-11-19T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:37:33.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/640/Picture%20545.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/258/2240/320/Picture%20545.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city I love. This is a photo from after the strom. I was there a few weeks ago and it is hard to tell in the french quarter that anything has ever been any different, midcity is a different story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-113246865345437482?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/113246865345437482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=113246865345437482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/113246865345437482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/113246865345437482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/11/city-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-112552594884937943</id><published>2005-08-31T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T15:05:48.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/266/1600/2074356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/266/320/2074356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a thousand deaths in my heart to see and to know what is happening to a city I love and its people. Most of my friends are safe and in time I am sure I will hear from the others. I send all my love out there and wish I were there to at least give John a hug and promise that whatever I could do to help, I will. I donated blood on Monday, I am A+ , in other words a dime a dozen but still my blood will be given to someone somewhere in need. I am praying for everyone and for the quickest recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-112552594884937943?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/112552594884937943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=112552594884937943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/112552594884937943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/112552594884937943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-feels-like-thousand-deaths-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-112226504589215577</id><published>2005-07-24T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:17:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/page2%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/page2%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The den of the beast&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-112226504589215577?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/112226504589215577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=112226504589215577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/112226504589215577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/112226504589215577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/07/den-of-beast.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-112226498344267553</id><published>2005-07-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:16:23.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/pie1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/pie1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beast and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-112226498344267553?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/112226498344267553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=112226498344267553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/112226498344267553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/112226498344267553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/07/beast-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111508939106755063</id><published>2005-05-02T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:03:11.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinx4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinx4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111508939106755063?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111508939106755063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111508939106755063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111508939106755063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111508939106755063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111505221288569656</id><published>2005-05-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:43:32.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/1132.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/1132.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111505221288569656?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111505221288569656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111505221288569656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111505221288569656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111505221288569656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111251481094218653</id><published>2005-04-02T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:53:30.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/me1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/me1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie? Showered and my hair is combed.......I don't clean up too badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111251481094218653?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111251481094218653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111251481094218653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111251481094218653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111251481094218653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/04/lookie-showered-and-my-hair-is-combed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111251475517944159</id><published>2005-04-02T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:52:35.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/lisa4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/lisa4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111251475517944159?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111251475517944159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111251475517944159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111251475517944159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111251475517944159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111061272780812076</id><published>2005-03-11T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:36:08.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iditarod.com"&gt;The Race Is On!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go look.......Aliy is staying with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Robert Sorlie is kicking musher butt...damn that man is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But can Aliy catch him? We are still pulling that she will finish second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Go Aliy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111061272780812076?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111061272780812076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111061272780812076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111061272780812076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111061272780812076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/race-is-on-go-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111059993281673320</id><published>2005-03-11T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:58:52.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/pie2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/pie2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a tired boy...7 miles today. oh, see the bear? it giggles&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111059993281673320?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111059993281673320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111059993281673320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111059993281673320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111059993281673320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/hes-tired-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111059987096954579</id><published>2005-03-11T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:57:50.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/pie.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/pie.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is a bone and behind him is the kaola &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111059987096954579?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111059987096954579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111059987096954579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111059987096954579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111059987096954579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-course-there-is-bone-and-behind-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111059972537706553</id><published>2005-03-11T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:55:25.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame ass photo for the day&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111059972537706553?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111059972537706553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111059972537706553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111059972537706553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111059972537706553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/lame-ass-photo-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111052506078409313</id><published>2005-03-10T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:11:00.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinxypie1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinxypie1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111052506078409313?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111052506078409313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111052506078409313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111052506078409313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111052506078409313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111052496126038899</id><published>2005-03-10T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:09:21.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/Lester.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/Lester.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111052496126038899?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111052496126038899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111052496126038899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111052496126038899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111052496126038899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111052495024492927</id><published>2005-03-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:09:10.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I may have found Jinxs' brother.&lt;br /&gt;Please go have a look at &lt;a href="http://www.petfinder.com/pet.cgi?action=2&amp;pet=4137374&amp;amp;adTarget=468doggeneral&amp;SessionID=423116b829db3a34-app5&amp;amp;display=&amp;preview=&amp;amp;row=0&amp;tmpl=&amp;amp;stat="&gt;Petfinder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that think I have lost it, wait before you judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinx came from the town of Astoria.&lt;br /&gt;We got him in March 2002, he was 10 weeks old at the time. Placing his birthday between December 26 2001 and January 1 2002. We came by this number two ways. He was brought to the vet's office there by a woman that had the three pups and she was trying to get rid of them. The vet asked a few questions such as.......Breed? German Shepherd/Malamute................How old? nine weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The person with who I use to share a few things in life was a teacher in Astoria, his student picked Jinx up by the river road. My teacher friend took the dog to the vet to get it a shot before bringing it home to his dog. It was there the vet shared some information and then added that it was possible there would be no owner to look for.....most likely the dogs were just dumped, he said there were at least 2 more. The next week we see that one has been added to the Humane Society page. One was enough for us, well with the other dog and the house full of cats. But I always wondered what happened to the other dogs. I can't what the history of Lester is but I know from conversations with a person at the rescue that Lester is thought to be 3 years of age and a wonderful dog but he came to them as a stray. Let's find Lester a home!!!! If you want to know more about Lester go check the page out and email them questions. Let's go see Lester....whoever takes Lester into their home would make me very happy as well. Especially if we can get the dogs together. I am considering going up there to Warrenton (a suburb of Astoria) to see the dog and take Jinx along. But I am not in a position to get another dog but Lester is someone special, I can feel it from here. I just knew from that first image that they must be related and I can't wait to find out. Jinx and Lester look lots alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and let's think of a really cool name for Lester.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking Sorlie....after Robert Sorlie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111052495024492927?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111052495024492927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111052495024492927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111052495024492927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111052495024492927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-think-i-may-have-found-jinxs-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111037994611539808</id><published>2005-03-09T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:55:06.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/Iditarod1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/Iditarod1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliy Zirkle and Dee Jonrowe are demonstrating that a musher is a musher. This is a race of indivisual strength and endurance. Currently Dee and Aliy are holding positions 3 and 4. This is a random picutre I took from the Iditarod home page. Just thought it a great photo. Go have a look. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111037994611539808?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111037994611539808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111037994611539808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111037994611539808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111037994611539808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/aliy-zirkle-and-dee-jonrowe-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111038000119379226</id><published>2005-03-09T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T06:53:21.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iditarod.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kick Butt Girls!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111038000119379226?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111038000119379226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111038000119379226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111038000119379226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111038000119379226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/kick-butt-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111017058710608003</id><published>2005-03-06T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:43:07.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Great Race is underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official start of the &lt;a href="http://iditarod.com"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/a&gt; was moved north of Anchorage to Willow.&lt;br /&gt;Jinx and I are pulling for Aliy Zirkle. She's been our favorite for a while but we are also happy to see any woman out there kicking snow boy butt. Dee Jonrowe is steadily moving up in the standing. Jessica Hendricks is moving along at a good clip. She was awarded the Rookie favorite of 2003.....actually I think was the first first rookie to cross the finish in Nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from Oregon I have to mention and pay tribute to Rachel Scdoris, a 20 year old Alfalfa, Oregon native. A small town girl with a dream to run this race. She has probably had to work harder than anyone to be allowed to race, she is blind, but she does not this as a disadvantage but rather just something that is. She requires a guide, she has previously run races with snowmachine guides but the Iditarod trail committee said "NO" and so they have compromised to allow her another musher to run in front of her and communicate to her by radio. Imagine the things one could encounter, a pissed moose, a low branch, hairpin turn, broken ice......by all means her dogs are her eyes, but she is navigating in territory unknown but a runner ahead of her should help. Some have complained this gives her an advantage but hello....she can't see 20 feet in front of her self, this means that her lead dog might only appear as a smudge, if even that.&lt;br /&gt;I say "Go Rachel!!!" I hope she kicks butt too. Any finisher of this race is a winner. There are very few athletes that embark on The Last Great Race (shoot, I have to look that up......is the Yukon Quest called the last great race? or just the hardest? a little research is in order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck all mushers and dogs on your way to Nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should tell you that the other day when I was reading the paper I got really emotional about the race. But then again anytime I read about the race emotion just wells up. It is powerful, the whole race and the solitude of the north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for the north, not to mention that some of my family lives in Cordova, Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in first grade we were asked to write a paper on what we wanted to be when we grew up. I wrote that I wanted to be an Eskimo and I wanted to eat whales. A second grader told me I would never be an Eskimo, that you are born an Eskimo. My first lesson on ethnicity. I was crushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111017058710608003?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111017058710608003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111017058710608003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111017058710608003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111017058710608003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/great-race-is-underway.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-111003610015304839</id><published>2005-03-05T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T07:22:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Three hours to the start of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iditarod.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Iditarod 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will be reading Yukon Quest throughout the race. Unless of course someone has a suggestion for a book I have not read about the Iditarod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck all mushers and dogs!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-111003610015304839?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/111003610015304839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=111003610015304839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111003610015304839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/111003610015304839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/three-hours-to-start-of-iditarod-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110997426855885407</id><published>2005-03-04T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T14:11:08.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever do something you think you might regret?&lt;br /&gt;Get close to doing it?&lt;br /&gt;done it and was able to change your mind just in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about doing something and knowing the whole time you would regret it if you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on the verge of throwing caution to the wind and making some changes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't why I let myself feel the way I do and then think I would feel better if I could just do more, give more, be more - be something I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend once described this behavior as a need to go away and lick wounds.....I think I need to do some wound licking and let the soul and ego heal. Mostly I don't really get hurt very often and when it happens it is on a moments notice and the wound seems to cut so deep that not even stitches would hold it together. There is no bandage big even to cover it.........like the Grand Canyon, some wounds leave a scar and a memory but eventually that is all they are and the river winds itself a new path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110997426855885407?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110997426855885407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110997426855885407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110997426855885407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110997426855885407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/ever-do-something-you-think-you-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110986965373414485</id><published>2005-03-03T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:17:41.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two more days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.iditarod.com/"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/a&gt; starts and we are pulling for &lt;a href="http://www.aliyzirkle.com/"&gt;Aliy Zirkle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading about the adventures of dog sled racing. I think it is a sport that goes fairly unnoticed unless of course it is to bring controversy to mushers over the dogs. Check out the above sites, these dogs were born to run. I worry about the musher, but they do it because they love it. It is not a grossly financially rewarding experience, it can be but not for all the racers. I'll dig around for some good links about dogs and racing and mushing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110986965373414485?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110986965373414485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110986965373414485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110986965373414485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110986965373414485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/two-more-days-iditarod-starts-and-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110986937879826041</id><published>2005-03-03T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:02:58.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinx.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinx.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jinxie Pie giving me the evil eye&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110986937879826041?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110986937879826041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110986937879826041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110986937879826041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110986937879826041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/jinxie-pie-giving-me-evil-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110978829642325049</id><published>2005-03-02T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:44:59.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jinx and Lisa the mysterious disappearing and reappearing couple.&lt;br /&gt;Tons to write but often not the time or energy to do so....okay perhaps that is a cop out. I have been busy and naturally find many mnay ways to distract myself as to avoid dealing with life and the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently left a note for someone I care about telling them that I love them. Today I sit and wonder if it was wise.....my heart says yes my mind thinks I must be nuts. Confessing feelings of affection to anyone is always a risk but it was a risk I needed to take. I consider myself a fairly affection and caring person and I like to share these feelings but sometimes I hold back for fear of rejection. Some times it is not always about me and but this time I needed to let the words out and risk whatever consequence would follow. But I couldn't rattle the words because I feared I might mess up the meaning or find myself behaving like a crawfish and backing away from what might have seemed like danger. So, I wrote it on a note with a little wooden boat surrounded by water. It is true, I do love this person. Sure, I risk not having the feelings come in return but that is not what I expect, we must stay true to who we are and not expect others to behave as we would. Epressing my love for my friends and even for someone I am intimate with is important to me. The only weight it should carry is that it is unconditional, I don't need to hear the words in return in order to have the feeling, it is a feeling, I feel it my heart and even the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you catch that glimpse of someone and you just have a warm rush flush over you.....even if they have snot dripping from their nose or spinach stuck in their teeth.....the feeling is there. Now I know it is probably ill timing for this person but I want to make it a safe feeling, the fact that I feel this way but don't expect it back. I like doing their laundry and making sure they have clean unwrinkled cloths to wear. Just doing little things I think might make their life more easy. I don't expect anything in return, not too much anyway *wink* I feel safe asking for a hug when I need one or a kiss, asking and knowing that it will feel so good and that it doesn't need to be anything more than that, but that I can ask. If you don't ask it is probably safe to say they won't be able to read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hugs........human touch is great. Sure dog love is too but it is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person that I wrote the three little words to doesn't do things he doesn't want to do, but when he does them, he does them well. He gives the best hugs and has the warmest smile. I can't wait to see it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110978829642325049?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110978829642325049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110978829642325049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110978829642325049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110978829642325049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/03/jinx-and-lisa-mysterious-disappearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110850871194865775</id><published>2005-02-15T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:05:11.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just taking a moment to post from campus after completing a midterm.&lt;br /&gt;I have a genetics study group in a few minutes and still have work to complete before a lab tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;As some might already know it will be 11 years since my mom passed away come June.&lt;br /&gt;When she was having chemotherapy there was a need for a few operations. One of those was the removale of her stomach and spleen just days after her diagnoses in 1992. She recieved a lot of bloos during those two years. This is my chance to give back. I have not always had the iron level they desire and have been turned away, also during the time I took accutane I could not donate, so here we are. I am healthy and can donate. I am not sure my body really suffers much from it, but I feel like my spirit thrives. We can't help that people and pets come and go in our lives but we can make the most of our time with those around us and we can make the most of their memories. Tears don't come like to they use. I am not cold about this, it is just that I have found a place in heart to hold those I love and I don't want pain associated with those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad dream about Jinx last night. I don't know if it was triggered from yesterday but it was scary. I held him close and panted lots of kisses all over him. Then we slept in, together. He is my life raft, I know that is heavy for him and  I don't want it to be, but hopefully he loves me as much or at least realizes I am the one that drives the car so he can get muddy in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;None the less it is getting close to my study session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the &lt;a href="http://iditarod.com"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/a&gt; starts in 17 days (go check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also the Westminster Dog is annoucing Best in Show tonight....sorry Jinx wasn't feel up to all the attention, we bagged out. HAHAHA, Sorry, they don't like those of the mixed breeds, I think there should be a mutt best in Show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110850871194865775?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110850871194865775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110850871194865775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110850871194865775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110850871194865775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-taking-moment-to-post-from-campus.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110789080524874390</id><published>2005-02-08T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:26:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Happy Mardi Gras!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But alas I am not in New Orleans or Mexico or Brazil or the Caribbean and therefore there is no real celebration of Carnival. Instead I am studying for a lab exam I have this evening and nursing a cold wishing Jinx could walk himself. It is about 34 degrees here and for me that is COLD!!! For Jinx I think it is heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;This morning while having coffee I looked around, through my puffy, watering eyes and watched as the place filled up. Noticing just how negative energy seems to float in a place, I can't stand it and it takes so much work to change it. But I try and I would rather give up the energy than revel in the pit of less than neutrality. I understand from working in a coffee that some people are picky.....I don't think I am one of those but there is a basic level of service that I like, hot coffee. That is it. I don't think it is asking too much but see at this shop they have lots of competition from bigger places, but I think if you skimp on quality you are going to loose business. There are times that I would rather walk the four blocks to another shop and get an Americano, because I know it will be hot. So, here is the deal, I can usually tolerate my coffee not being piping hot but if I am the only one in line or a particular person is working I will ask for my cup to be preheated, a few of the girls do this for everyone, it is a great gesture and is well rewarded ( I tip fairly well because I know what it is like). But there is one thing I can't stand and I don't think it is good for a person to do is act like a pain or fill the order incorrectly just because someone asks for something a little more than what they want to put in to it. I understand everyone has a bad day and I am no expection, but I don't want my bad days to be contagious. My coffee was good and hot but there was one thing it lacked, pleasant service. Which is a shame considering I am in there all the time, but this morning the whole coffee shop had this energy. The people that work at the coffee shop often come to be customers there. Students fill tables for hours sometimes without ordering anything at all. I try not to stay too long during these rush times, everyone wants to enjoy their coffee and they are paying to be there, so I figure they should at least have to opportunity to sip and sit. Upon watching the one male employee of the place (he lives upstairs) snag a table, larger than the one he had been sitting at, right out from under an older gentleman I was ashamed to be young and ashamed that I had a book opened with half a cup of coffee and no extra chair to offer the man. I can't say for certain if morally this was a wrong move on either of our parts, the boy or me. But I can say that at that moment, 10 mintues after I got there I was determined to finish my coffee and leave, hoping that my table would be well appreciated. I put my book away and quickly drank down the rest of the hot liquid and a man was standing about 3 feet away, waiting. I asked if they would like my table. Of course. Why do we fear talking with strangers? I talk to some people in the coffee shop that I don't know, but some have a wall that sends vibes about not talking. How do we get that way in life, how to do send messages that we are not accesible, why do we? All I can say for certain is that ..............well I don't know that I can say anything for certain but I can say that New Orleans has magic about it that allows people to pass words back and forth without any weight, just conversation, everyone one someone front porch kind of feel. I miss that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And today is Mardi Gras........I think I just miss New Orleans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But there are things that I love here too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;More on that later. I do have to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110789080524874390?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110789080524874390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110789080524874390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110789080524874390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110789080524874390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-mardi-gras-but-alas-i-am-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110783617096666515</id><published>2005-02-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:16:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;School is keeping my very busy these days. The writing class is by far my favorite, but the only problem is that now stories run not stop in my mind all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think about all the driving I have done. Mostly the roadtrips I have been thinking about lately have me driving across Kansas or through Texas......long drives through areas that really are some place. Places I thought before were just obstructions on the map, places that could drop away and the gaps close, more closer together and fuse a new state line. But I think I like they way they are....they offer adventure and stories. Amarillo.....there are songs written about this place, from my experience I am not sure why, but I was just passing through and now I have a story about, just like that.  I do plan on writing some of these stories. These places have painted themselves into my brain and I have to write about them, it doesn't feel like a choice. But I think I will enjoy the doing it, learning the story as I write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Speaking of stories....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;25 Days until the start of Iditarod 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110783617096666515?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110783617096666515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110783617096666515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110783617096666515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110783617096666515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/school-is-keeping-my-very-busy-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110774925360441509</id><published>2005-02-06T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:07:33.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I really want to write about love. But alas, I don't think I can. It has been a long time since I have whispered those three little words and I often wonder if my chances on love have just run out or I purposely put myself in a position not to be loved. It is sad really. But I do remember how large the heart feels and warm the body can be with arms of my love wrapped around me as we fall asleep. I miss playing footsies from the opposite end of the couch, or those little smiles when you catch each other looking......a message is passed in that moment with no words. I do believe that as love grows so does this form of communication. I think the soul grows to be very rich from loving and being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110774925360441509?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110774925360441509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110774925360441509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110774925360441509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110774925360441509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-really-want-to-write-about-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110763638663729930</id><published>2005-02-05T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T12:46:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27 Days to the start of Iditarod 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110763638663729930?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110763638663729930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110763638663729930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763638663729930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763638663729930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/27-days-to-start-of-iditarod-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110763620635852250</id><published>2005-02-05T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T12:43:26.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday, February 05, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110763448304087548"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great run this morning.I think I have to give up alcohol for this month too. I had two glasses of wine last night and it was fine but I didn't sleep well and I didn't like waking up knowing that I chose two glasses of wine over lifting weights.....for a few reasons but none the less. The run in the woods produced more lactic acid that I am used to, I think because I took it too easy this week with all the working out. I am going to do weights this afternoon and one more run so that the mutt will stay tired. I have some studying to do but not the kind that stresses me out all weekend.Today was just a beautiful day.The run in the woods brought a rush of emotions and memories, it was good. I thought back to being a child and planning with my friends our outing. We were notorious for taking off in the early morning hours to go hiking. We'd let out about 5am with backpacks stuffed with blankets and food. I never went too far but it was a bit of a hike. The one time that really hit was when the temperature had dropped to 17 below and I was staying with a friend. My mom brought me more cloths and mittens because she was not sure I would be warm enough, ((((((hugs)))))) moms are great. I was 7. But I still remember that day and the next morning. With our backpacks stuffed at the last minute we decided that we would roast Cheerios over birthday candles, I guess I was attracted to fire even back then. Not I just seem to start the fires. We made the trek up the mountain and huddled against the rock face we waited on that December morning for the sun. It would be nearly an hour before it came up, we were freezing and laughing from the pain of it. Fire. Of course, birthday candles don't produce much heat and would have gotten a serious whippin' if we were to set the hillside on fire, we weren't even suppose to have matches or candles for that matter. But there we were, freezing and trying to warm our little hands over the candles. Forget it. With the bankets wrapped around us and before the sun was up we headed down that rocky mountain. Rocks jutting out, rocks we thought might just be the backbone of the devil, where do children get these ideas? We climbed down and as we got to the pasture the sun began to rise, we still saw the sunrise but we couldn't hold out huddled together up there in what might have been some degrees below zero. I and this same friend would end up having so many adventures and would both lose our mom's too early. She lost her mom before we turned 8 and I would lose mine less than 8 years after that. It is not sad, much like these memories are fun to recall, I have a special place in my heart and soul for those that no longer exist here in their physical form. So, when I hit those trails I carry everyone with me, I take pictures in my mind that I want to share. I have stories that I tell as I run up, as I watch my dog run further and harder. I have these tales that I can tell but it never take writing or talking to share them. It is just my way and it makes me feel like a part of everything, a molecule in a complicated structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110763620635852250?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110763620635852250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110763620635852250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763620635852250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763620635852250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-february-05-2005-i-had-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110763260508327464</id><published>2005-02-05T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:43:25.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinx3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinx3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five minutes later........I guess he just needed a moment before he passes out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110763260508327464?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110763260508327464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110763260508327464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763260508327464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763260508327464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/five-minutes-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110763253897778457</id><published>2005-02-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:42:18.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/lisa2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/lisa2.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me after the run, had to add and extra layer, it was very cold but beautiful and so quiet......I feel energized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110763253897778457?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110763253897778457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110763253897778457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763253897778457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763253897778457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/me-after-run-had-to-add-and-extra.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110763248631171680</id><published>2005-02-05T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:41:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinx2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinx2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinx after the run, ready to go.....well maybe he is going to rest a while&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110763248631171680?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110763248631171680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110763248631171680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763248631171680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763248631171680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/jinx-after-run-ready-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110763244457205474</id><published>2005-02-05T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:40:44.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/lisa.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/lisa.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me before the run, i was ready to go&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110763244457205474?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110763244457205474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110763244457205474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763244457205474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763244457205474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/me-before-run-i-was-ready-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110763240621311446</id><published>2005-02-05T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:40:06.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinx.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinx.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinx before our run in the woods.........looking a little sad. I suppose it is not fair to say we are going and then to take photos of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110763240621311446?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110763240621311446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110763240621311446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763240621311446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110763240621311446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/jinx-before-our-run-in-woods.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110741498965357491</id><published>2005-02-02T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:16:29.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;It is nearing a time that I should be going to bed. I can't. For some reason lately I don't seem to sleep so well. Not sure how to fix this. I have a weight training appointment in the morning.....I have to wonder if I was happy with my few extra pounds. Though, I will admit that I am not making any effort, that is both sad and a bit of a relief. Just weight lifting mostly. It is weird that the scale says I have lost weight but I don't feel it much. I suppose it is like anything, sometimes we don't feel like we are doing enough. I never feel like I am doing enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;A friend was trying to explain to me about spider veins in the fat tissue and that my body will metabolize these and I will no longer see them. I think I am going to have to go early for coffee to see the guy that teaches the physiology class, I can't figure this one out. It would be great if that is what happened but I asked another person about it today and he said that he didn't know and then proceed to tell about about they are removed professionally. That was interesting but none the less I still have no answer. I have spider veins and one group is really bad behind my knee. By the way, most of the spider veins are around my knees and showed up around puberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyone on this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jinx had a good treat tonight, I fed him two short ribs from a cow. He was happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110741498965357491?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110741498965357491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110741498965357491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110741498965357491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110741498965357491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-is-nearing-time-that-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110732353756393512</id><published>2005-02-01T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:52:17.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wow......I am finally finding a moment or rather making a moment to get over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The fog has set in and it is starting to get cold around here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have a paper due in the morning and I need to work on it tonight but Jinx must have hit some teenage something or another because he has taken to being a pill late at night. I suppose it could be me and we don't do near enough running, but damn. I could take him for 5 miles a day and he would still want to play just when I sit down to finish my work. It is not his fault really. It is mine, I should be giving him more attention, finding something we could do that is more mentally demanding and in the end more draining. Flyball perhaps. I don't like to get upset when he is crying at night and I am trying to read.....I love him too much for that. I can't imagine going through school with children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tonight in my anatomy lab we were measuring action potential. So let me describe this little project or how it started anyway....deciding that I had the smallest legs (not a compliment, really) I was the one that would be connected to the electrodes. Great. We smeared some jelly on me, just for the sake of this it really does look that KY glue, I mean lube....the stuff in the tube that they use for all sorts of sticky things, but the gel went on two places on my calf and then then the sticky tabs were attached and the electrodes on top of that and then we attaced the grounding electrode to my wrist. Tapping my achilles tendon we were measuring how long it too the message to get to my spinal cord and then send a message back to my foot causing plantar flexion. I am a slow relexor....or it was just that I was so tired. It is a weird position to be in, lab partners can tap and tap and watch your foot twitch and you have no control. But we had more trials of action potential with other tasks. I got to tap knees, it was funny.  I have a great lab group. So that was lab. Now I am going to have to finish my paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110732353756393512?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110732353756393512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110732353756393512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110732353756393512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110732353756393512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110687707656479739</id><published>2005-01-27T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:51:16.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinx.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinx.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will sit in the computer chair if I ask.....I think he just likes it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110687707656479739?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110687707656479739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110687707656479739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110687707656479739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110687707656479739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/he-will-sit-in-computer-chair-if-i-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110687699466756646</id><published>2005-01-27T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:49:54.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/newhair.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/newhair.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new haircut and new color.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110687699466756646?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110687699466756646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110687699466756646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110687699466756646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110687699466756646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-my-new-haircut-and-new-color.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110687647268027407</id><published>2005-01-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:41:12.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hugs to everyone that has been posting here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I messed up the blog and then took forever to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I have been writing, doing school work, working out and keeping Jinx in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;That dog is getting ponchy. Just kidding, but he does look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me too. Actually for the most part I am feeling really good, I could use  more sleep but really there are not many complains. I could use more hugs too, but can't we all. I think as a society we are very antitouchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amanda are the Brits more lovey dovey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Touch is tharapeutic..........I have also been reading on Taoism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I need to write more often about the Jinx and Lisa adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Remind me of this if I fall behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I did learn yesterday at the dog park that one man wipes his dog down with alcohol after she has been outside. Hmmmm.......is this good for a dog? I guess he just runs an alcohol soaked rag over her. I think that Jinx would stink, his hair would not be so soft and he would probably lick it off causing all sorts of craziness. This is why rubbing alcohol is not 100%, there are chemicals in it that if ingested will make one sick. Perhaps the man has a better reason then just that she sleeps in his bed. First, I won't let Jinx past the top cover and even at that he has to sleep on the chenile blanket, never under the covers, I would have some serious dog booty to kick. I don't know.......people, we all do some strange things sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I am going to hunt down a doggie photo......he is sleeping now, so I can't really press his face to the camera in an attempt to get a photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(((((((((lots more hugs)))))))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hope everyone is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What do we think about the blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amanda has a cool background. I am going to have to do some things to my page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mike........how the hell are you? I am going to set links to both of your pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Can I plug David Sedaris here????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I am listening to Holidays on Ice (I have heard it many time before, but I am now listening at night when I lay in the tanning bed.....I am sure to get cancer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110687647268027407?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110687647268027407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110687647268027407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110687647268027407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110687647268027407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/hugs-to-everyone-that-has-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110586354658191442</id><published>2005-01-16T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:19:06.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am kind of liking the new page color. Navy Blue....very not pink. Anyway. I had a template problem or so I thought but I think I did something crazy when I downloaded all those little quizzie things. So, we hope this is better for a while. Tons to write about but it will have to wait until tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need some rest, the mutt is sleeping like a little human in my bed and he take up so much space......why does he sleep in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110586354658191442?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110586354658191442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110586354658191442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110586354658191442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110586354658191442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-kind-of-liking-new-page-color.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110559163884189514</id><published>2005-01-12T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:47:18.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay that was a waste of like 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110559163884189514?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110559163884189514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110559163884189514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110559163884189514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110559163884189514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay-that-was-waste-of-like-15-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110559157226774742</id><published>2005-01-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:46:12.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://astrology.kwiz.biz/daily_horoscope.php" method="GET" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table width=250px border=1 bordercolor=black cellpadding=4 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font face=arial,verdana,helvetica style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href='http://astrology.kwiz.biz/Sagittarius.html' style='color: black; 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font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 16pt; color:#000099;"&gt;Neopolitan!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;Tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-neopolitan.gif" align=right&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: arial,verdana; font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;You aren't satisfied with just one flavor. They say variety is the spice of life and this shines through in your Ice cream of choice! Just don't eat all the chocolate and leave the strawberry and vanilla behind!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried to cheat to change it. Why could I be Banana's Foster? Why I ask you? I would prefer Banana's Foster or maybe even Lavender Honey. If anyone gets a different flavor other than Neopolitan or Vanilla please let me know, I think it is a tainted quiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110559080379018260?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110559080379018260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110559080379018260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110559080379018260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110559080379018260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/your-icecream-flavour-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110531267352806748</id><published>2005-01-09T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:17:53.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I lied. As soon as I turned the shower on he grabbed a chew toy and went under the bed. I am guessing he will stay for the time it takes for me to finish my homework. I guess we could say he is dog tired. As for me I am still floating about the run, it really was incredible. I could do it everyday. There is a sense of perfect peace in the mountains. Although it is nice to be in my warm apartment listening to Enya. Yeah, I know it is probably cliche for a sunday afternoon but if anyone wants to make a suggestion for me that would be wonderful. oh, not all the music is Enya, there is a mix and some of it is Bonnie Raitt and Otis Redding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just love these quiet days. I fear that if I spend too much time alone I am going to lose my social skills. I do believe this happens and I will give examples later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110531267352806748?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110531267352806748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110531267352806748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110531267352806748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110531267352806748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110530614219799679</id><published>2005-01-09T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T13:29:02.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinx1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinx1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run, give it 5 minutes, he will be snoring by the heater. just wait and see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110530614219799679?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110530614219799679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110530614219799679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110530614219799679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110530614219799679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-run-give-it-5-minutes-he-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110530598331471378</id><published>2005-01-09T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T13:26:23.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/mutt.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/mutt.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is jinx before the run......I couldn't even keep him still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110530598331471378?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110530598331471378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110530598331471378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110530598331471378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110530598331471378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-jinx-before-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110530571453728202</id><published>2005-01-09T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T13:25:12.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/wet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/wet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in the pacific northwest!!! Jinx and I just got back from our run. We ran in the snow and in the rain. It was incredible. It makes everyday feel beautiful. There is nothing like watching him have so much fun, except maybe having just as much fun out there myself. Damn, I love that mutt. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110530571453728202?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110530571453728202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110530571453728202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110530571453728202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110530571453728202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/running-in-pacific-northwest-jinx-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110523658740714043</id><published>2005-01-08T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:09:47.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;****Kisses****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We're Back and very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry I have been gone so long. I needed to take some nice deep breaths and let the oxygen repair my body. Well that is part of it. I have fallen in love.......with the rec center on campus. I'll grab some pictures somewhere for this, but I might just say that I am feeling fine. I can see changes in my body physically and I can feel the changes on a physiological level. I just feel good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It snowed here today. Big fat wet snowflakes, real snowflakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was on my way out for coffee first thing this morning so I did not take Jinx to the trail for the snow but rather sat next to the drafty window at the coffee shop and sipped away at the special, Celebes. I know people that just go to the beanery on Saturdays for this special brew. I go, I always go. But then again I adore the girls there, I never know what they are going to come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jinx none the less did get trail time today. In fact we just got back but it was already fairly dusky when we got there. Being that it is night the nature of the beast is that it just got darker. But we ran. I ran. Jinx ran, stopped, peed, ran, stopped, peed, ran, stopped, sniffed, I stopped so that he would not roll, we started again, time for a doggie poopy stop and bagging of said material and then we were off again. We ran into a few people that were coming out of the woods but it was a beautiful night. Any time I am out there and I know that my dog is having a great time I am pleased. Sometimes I smile to myself out there when I see him, life seems ever the curiousity for him. We should all be so lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If it should snow tomorrow I am going out early. I think I might go early anyway. The earlier I go means that when I get home I have more time to get things done as I will have a very tired dog on my hands. Tired dog is a very very happy owner. Also, tired dog equals a productive college student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110523658740714043?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110523658740714043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110523658740714043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110523658740714043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110523658740714043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2005/01/kisses-were-back-and-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110436604732147840</id><published>2004-12-29T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T16:20:47.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/lisa.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/lisa.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinx and Lisa are back from vacation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110436604732147840?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110436604732147840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110436604732147840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110436604732147840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110436604732147840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/jinx-and-lisa-are-back-from-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110322350277887893</id><published>2004-12-16T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T10:58:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Jinx and Lisa are on vacation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110322350277887893?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110322350277887893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110322350277887893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110322350277887893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110322350277887893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/jinx-and-lisa-are-on-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110309074385672471</id><published>2004-12-14T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:05:43.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;There was just one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all alone and standing out like a sore thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i couln't miss it and it made me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;like sometimes things are there for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;or they are there and we are not paying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;attention.....hell this can be a metaphor for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But it was this lone little daisy that caught my attention today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jinx and I were in the forest and he was being his own witty self, and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;slowly making way up the trail, but there it was, and I laughed and I called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the dog back to me. I wanted him to see it too. I think is pretty aware of more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;than I give him credit for. Although, he might need some glasses too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He was making his way through the forest up above the logging road I was on, he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;running and jumping over logs and hopping through the brush, perhaps there is less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a chance of getting hung up that way, then he comes barreling down the bank and takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a huge leap, biff!!!! he missed the road by about a foot and face planted on the edge of the ditch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But then i though best to look him over, he is less than a year in recovery from a broken leg, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yeah, I am one mean mom!! just  kidding, I would never lay a hand on him, well in that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;he was fine, maybe his ego was dinted a little, he didn't do any more bank jumps, but we had a great time and it was balmy. Then i stopped for a coffee, I was bragging earlier that I only was going to drink one, but alas I had two and I ordered hot cocoa to boot, I drank the chocolate first and then the coffee, yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I also saw Biniam, the man from Eritaria (must check the spelling, they separated from Ethiopia) that I so uneloquently spoke of before......see the things I learn in the coffee shop. My geography knowledge is improving, and he is a geography grad student........why do most of the people I know all belong in one department? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I do love the girls at the coffee shop, they are a blast. one girl thinks because i use to teach scuba with a boy from a local celtic band that I must know something about him so she is always grilling me. he is cute, she is cute, they both are tall, they will have tall cute children, with red hair and they will wear kilts (she brings the red hair and he the kilt......i am not sure he is celtic, and I don't think he speaks gaelic, oh well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;okay, i am getting cheesy, so i must go to bed and read, my book is okay, i like the parts about New Orleans, I got the book when i lived there but so far, it is just okay. a friend told me to try other books by the same author or rather said one would be worth my time, I said that i tend to start fiction and I can't finish.............i live factual prose. Think "Colter" by Rick Bass, or Edward Abby's "Desert Solitare", although I do have a love for anything that Wallace Stegner wrote, "Where the blue bird sings to the lemonade springs", ah that is beautiful. Anyone ever read anything by Claire Davis? okay, it is fiction but it is good fiction, oh, so is Christopher Moore, kind of Chuck Palahnuik but not so cynical, or Kathrine Dunn but not so twisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have to stop somewhere.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110309074385672471?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110309074385672471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110309074385672471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110309074385672471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110309074385672471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-was-just-one-all-alone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110308321918727814</id><published>2004-12-14T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:00:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I didn't make it to the gym, a phone call interupted the process (randy!!!). It is fine, always nice to hear from friends.....especially those that are great sushi eating buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, no gym, what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no worries, i watched some online clips from MSN on body language and flirting....the flirting video was by far my favorite. I might say that flirting is a favorite passtime, although not so in Corvallis. It just doesn't seem like the environment for it or maybe I have not mastered what it takes here. okay, that is probably bullshit, i did an okay job flirting with the waiter last weekend, he even brought me the olive oil from the back, a very yummy extra virgin, nice and dark green. okay, so you might be thinking, who flirts over olive oil? Boys, i bet Rachael Ray would.....if you don't know about her, google her name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i just love flirting, much like inversions in yoga, I think flirting restores energy to our bodies. Like I have said  before, if you are always giving to others and never to yourself you deplete this energy store and when the energy store is gone, you have nothing to give to anyone, including yourself, which might give way to the idea "if you're not getting it at home"............the energy will eventually need replenished, so "you're gonna go lookin". Now think, what if we had a way to keep this energy cycling within ourselves. Flirting can be harmless, it should be harmless, the should be no hurt that comes from something so wonderful. This is one thing I do love and miss about the south, flirting energy is everywhere, it is just matter of whether you take part in it or not. We all like to think that we are attractive but it is so nice to hear it from someone, this replenishes the energy as well. so, instead of saving energy for yourself by not sharing with those around you, share and share alike. put yourself out there a little, flirt. watch that video. learn to give and receive compliments, don't use four letter words "nice, fine, cute, etc" replace them with something a little more attractive, "beautiful, wonderful, adorable (might sound weird from a man, unless you're adam sandler".....it tells men to be less aggressive and more subtle and tells women to pump it up a notch.......it makes me want to go flirting, like others go drinking or some go dancing, i just want to flirt, but I don't want to bring anyone home. like the act itself is enough and this should be true if it is to replenish the energies. Perhaps I have been reading too much on Taoist philosophies......is it the second law of thermodynamics that energy can neither be created or destroyed or is it matter? and i am kind of thinking it may not be derived from the laws of thermodynamics at all, maybe it is the law of conservation of energy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh, dear, on is seriously confused now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;back to the Taoist ideas, if I understand some of them correctly, we humans are full of energy, the yin/yang idea and through touch we can cycle this energy. now I really do believe in touch, who doesn't like to be touched? of course i prefer familiar and loving touch to creepy gropping touch, which in my book deserves a swift kick to the shin. but think about massage, it is so much more than kneading away muscle aches, what about cuddling to fall asleep, it feels so good (type cuddling into google, there are some interesting research project in Sweden).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, if energy can neither be created nor destroyed, but I at least believe it can be funneled into some dark hole of a person where it remains untapped and unshared, it can at least be shared or passed from person to person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1) do you believe that we can tap into energy in our bodies that might be some of the dark hole stored energy, I think we are all capable of it. But I also think that others can reach this energy as well, as for getting into it yourself, I like to think about things like "letting your body smile to itself" or giving yourself a tummy rub or just touching yourself in a nonsexual way, i think the taoists would argue that sex to climax without a partner can deplete the energy........but wait, if energy can neither be depleted nor destroyed........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;please some feed back would be good and much appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110308321918727814?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110308321918727814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110308321918727814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110308321918727814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110308321918727814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-didnt-make-it-to-gym-phone-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110307524445442416</id><published>2004-12-14T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:47:24.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my day seeks more experience....i am going to the gym so i have an excuse to listen to really loud cajun music (blasting in my ears as i make miles on the treadmile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110307524445442416?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110307524445442416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110307524445442416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110307524445442416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110307524445442416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-day-seeks-more-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110300598635305066</id><published>2004-12-13T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:34:11.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some shit really does happen everyday....sure, I am not doing a lot these days but most of the stuff is just junk running around in my head. So, here, more junk I was thinking about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;91.9fm......NPR? do we have two stations of public radio in Corvallis? because I know 103.1 is NPR/OPB but the point is that I heard Greg Brown and we must discuss this a little. The song he was singing/strumming/humming was "If you don't get it at home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, Greg Brown is not uber famous or gracing any Vanity Fair say like Jude Law (can one say androgeny) but there is some very maleness and sweetness and I will admit to something very sexy about him, I guess it could be that he is a man. He does not write these overly complicated lyrics but he is an artist for what he does write. He is a folk artist, how can you not love folk? think Joni Mitchell. I am listening to Melissa Etheridges' "Brave and Crazy".....I like her old music, especially the brave and crazy album. she had to work harder at because nobody knew she was gay, I just think the lyrics and the music pack more emotion than the new stuff, but this is just my opinion and the old stuff is what I grew up on, that and Smashing Pumpkins and Lemonheads and Bonnie Raitt and Janis Joplin and some Hole and Michelle Shocked and Right Said Fred, what the hell were they trying to do to our generation? only a few of these do I currently listen to.....but I know where to the tapes *gag* was that ever a bad way to store music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, Greg Brown and his song today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"If you don't get it at home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is just that I know this is so true, look how many pages of cyber space are dedicated to people meeting each other, we live in a lonely society. We make it this way. He says "the need for love won't leave you alone".........it is true, we all need love. Sure, we can love a pet or ourselves, some of us a little more involved in that than is probably healthy. But some people seek out spiritual enlightenment because of some void in the soul, some seek the quickest lay and others make a painstaking search, from Russia to the Internet even for this love. What does it take for us to be open to this kind of love? What if we are open and don't seem to be finding it? what if think we are open, but we're not really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is a lot of stress and stigma around love, around people of opposite sex spending time together. We need this, we are different. Through biological sex and society's assignment of gender. We are different. Sometimes, we need to know that we are meerly attractive to the opposite sex and sometimes we need to feel an intimate connection. Why is it when I was 21 sex was always on my mind and now, I think more about intimacy, being with someone that wants to be with me and sharing a special connection. I am not asking for much, or at least it doesn't seem like much to me. I know people that want everything from marriage and kids and the house and the cars to people that just want to get laid every once in a while. They vary in age, sex and race. What comes first, are most people looking to find the person they want to be with or are they looking for that spontaneous sexual encounter. Once the commitment is there, are people still looking? "if you're not getting it at home"................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why have we become so bad at communication? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have we always been this bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do we encourage more socializing? and not just for the sake of people getting laid, but because I believe that people that lack major intimate relationships that include communication become socially retarded, just can't be involved in a social setting without getting overly nervous or just in general screw up in the game which is civilization. Socializing is a skill that needs to be practiced, but we have become a society that is so driven for success, we forget the other parts of our life. It is more than the amount of letters that follow our names or how much money we make, what happens when women find that they are too old to conceive, they have this sense of loss, like there is a failure along the way, men are also subject to this loss, your chromosomes are not getting any longer. In fact they shorten with age, I am not sure how short they are when you are thirty but don't be thinking that just because you can take the Viagra that you are going to be making some big strong chromosomes, wrong. Our bodies are a finiate resource, they start the dying processes when we finish puberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where is all this going? I will have to work on it but I do want feed back if you want to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have you found love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Are you married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if not, will you ever marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if you are divorced, do you think there is love out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;is it about love or sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sex or intimacy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;can there be one without the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;do you think the internet is a good place to look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for love or sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what has happened in society so that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it seems so difficult now to find what we are looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what are we looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anything else to add to this list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if not getting it at home, have you gone looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;post away, I think you can post without being a blogger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;if not email me and we can fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110300598635305066?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110300598635305066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110300598635305066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110300598635305066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110300598635305066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/some-shit-really-does-happen-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110299880764807398</id><published>2004-12-13T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:58:18.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I really need more ways to spend the time of my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I need a tv or perhaps just to rent dvds to watch on my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I spend less time these days visiting which is good. Does this make me antisocial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;That I would prefer to be doing my own thing and not really stop for chitchat. I have been getting calls from people that I knew long ago, I ignore them and then check the messages later. There really is no need to call them back. It is a life long gone. Besides, I am having an antisocial streak. Is it possible that if friends are depressed some of the depression might be contagious? I think it is possible, it takes a lot of work to stay optimistic or rather from sliding down that slippery slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Perhaps my lack of socializing is that opportunities are really limited and most people are away for break. I use to be very good at wasting time, now I have tons of it and not sure what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, the gym hours are shortened but not as short as I thought and so perhaps that is something I should consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;These posts never go as I thought they would.....I plan all day on writing something grand but I feel like I sensor myself so much and by the time I get around to it is just lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Weird things I have seen lately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Man in grocery store with handlebar mustach (yeah that is pretty unique these days) but then he had little tiny bells attached to it......what is with this? like a girl with nipple rings poking out of her shirt and bells attached....that sing, Jingle Bells, okay, moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;came across an erotic blog today....some nice pictures, Erotica, remember it is different from porn, women have the power, porn is about humiliation of women and the power of men over them, not so nice. Although, one has to be glad that some of these women seem to have survived some insane situations and escaped and have come out seemingly powerful, but they have been places in the soul nobody should ever have to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;this was the other day, but I was walking my dog to the "new" trail that is being built down the way from my apartment, it has a parking spot and goes back into the woods. We sometimes go into the woods but we have other places we prefer, but before we even got on a trail, out in the open in the parking lot was a rubber package.........where the hell? who the hell? there is a trash right there!!!! this is the second time I have seen a rubber in the wild. Why? Sure, everyone likes a little outdoor but really, not cool to leave that kind of think behind. I mean, I clean up after my dog everyday, you would think that if someone is paying to get a little they could at least clean up after themselves, once a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This is bordering on me needing a page that nobody knows about where I can discuss sex topics, it doesn't feel right here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Speaking of which.....Tom Wolfe just won an award for best sex in his new book....what the hell is up with "slither, slither, slither"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110299880764807398?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110299880764807398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110299880764807398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110299880764807398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110299880764807398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-really-need-more-ways-to-spend-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110291191326100838</id><published>2004-12-12T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:25:13.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/jinxypie.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/jinxypie.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110291191326100838?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110291191326100838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110291191326100838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110291191326100838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110291191326100838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110291251113122589</id><published>2004-12-12T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:35:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What a good dog. We are really working together on trying to make Jinx a good dog and me a good owner. He now will get in the bath by himself and on my computer chair...even long enough to get a photo. When I have a new camera I will be able to get bathtime photos of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is what break is looking like so far, but I am trying to find something that I will love to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I keep thinking about swimming but it just seems so cold for that. Which makes me think about the whole Beaver Freezer idea....jumping out of a swimming pool to run outside in mid March to get on a bike and ride 11 miles.....if I think the pool is going to be cold I must really reconsider, at least after a swim I can get in the sauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110291251113122589?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110291251113122589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110291251113122589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110291251113122589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110291251113122589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-good-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110290703884102892</id><published>2004-12-12T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T19:03:58.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes I think I am content to live my life alone. Not lonely, but alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My space remaining my space and my choice about holidays all my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I dream of not going home for this holiday. I love my family but family is family and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I would rather not see them at these highly stressful times. I love my sister but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;don't like being around for too long and this is sad because I do like seeing my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;niece and nephew but they are getting older and it is not so exciting for them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to be around me. Plus I have my dog. My dog was more than welcomed at my sister's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;house and that is good because when Jinx was a puppy her husband picked my dog up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and kicked him because he jumped up on my nephew. I would say this was a little over reactive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;being that jinx was only 4 months old. So, when Ben (the ex-boyfriend) left my life my dog was allowed over and everyone just tried to forget what had happened or at least was trying to make up for it. My brother in law....the kicker was always asking if maybe I wanted to leave Jinx there with them and my nephew would play with him. But see, back in the day of Ben my sister would make all these excuses not to have his dog around. But the point is that his dog was big, my dog is big. My sister had a big dog that nobody loved and she would just quiver when someone gave her attention. They were hard on training that dog. Now they have a weener dog, she wouldn't be such a pain if she didn't bark all the time and jump on all laps, but see this is okay because she is small. See, I am just pissed because when I talked with my sister she said that Jinx can not come there anymore. That would have been a fine answer but no she had to add that he potted in her house and that is just unexceptable. I did not see the potty and she had some friends over a month ago that had three weener dogs and one kept peeing all over the place. So, besides that she said Jinx gave the dog fleas. Hell, I should be concerned that he dog might have given my dog fleas....although I treat every 3-4 weeks with Frontline Plus....$17.00 every month to prevent fleas. But does she think I am stupid? She had four indoor/outdoor cats.....I just want to tell her that if she doesn't want my dog there that is fine, just say that but all this other shit just makes me not want to go there. Just because she is depressed and makes choices in her life that I don't, won't and never will she does not to act like this. So, I say forget, I am unavailable come Christmas....'cept I feel bad because that means that I would miss seeing my dad. My sister complains about the rest of our family and so me complaining about this makes it no better. I don't want to be like her. Shit, am I out of line here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, and she and her family are getting a new dog for Christmas.....I am probably never going to hear the end of this....being the fleas. Jinx does not have fleas. But she has a thousand places it could come from, first the cats and then second just from living on a farm and from all the other animals that come to her house and from the places she takes her dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am thinking these are just excuses much like all the others to keep the dog out of her house. That is fine,  I never really thought about having him out there until a time this last fall when they said it was fine. So, I say fuck it. I don't want to be a part of crap like that. It is this kind of stuff that makes me feel cemented to the idea of being alone. Hell, next year I am renting a cabin in the woods for a week over Christmas....just Jinx and I and  a ton of snow. Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110290703884102892?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110290703884102892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110290703884102892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110290703884102892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110290703884102892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/sometimes-i-think-i-am-content-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110290572833516191</id><published>2004-12-12T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T18:42:08.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Is it unfamily like or just plain bitchy for me to complain about my family here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110290572833516191?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110290572833516191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110290572833516191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110290572833516191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110290572833516191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/is-it-unfamily-like-or-just-plain.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110289453989093514</id><published>2004-12-12T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:35:39.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/good%20doggie.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/good%20doggie.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good doggie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110289453989093514?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110289453989093514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110289453989093514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110289453989093514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110289453989093514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-doggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110289446897764400</id><published>2004-12-12T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:59:58.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/lisa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/lisa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is a photo of me on the way out the door to the grocery. I am in love with this scarf....I love its pinkness. Plus it is warmer with it than it would be without. I guess I just really think there is something sexy about scarves. Maybe it is a womans neck or the fact that they can be so personal, like a nice tie tack or a baseball cap for men, scarves are sexy. What else is sexy on woman? there are so many things I imagine........but besides things, I think sexiness is something that is part of us. This opens a whole can of worms....comment away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without the nerd glasses &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110289446897764400?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110289446897764400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110289446897764400' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110289446897764400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110289446897764400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-photo-of-me-on-way-out-door-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110282680426530768</id><published>2004-12-11T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:46:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/cup.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/cup.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chai cup. painted in november&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110282680426530768?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110282680426530768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110282680426530768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110282680426530768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110282680426530768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-chai-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110282451919187121</id><published>2004-12-11T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:08:39.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grocery Shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My Trip to the Co-op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First we must understand that a co-op is different from most groceries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They encourage you to bring your own bags and containers for the foods are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;about to purchase. Plan well!!! They do have bags that you can use, but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;will just get a few dirty looks in line. Also, it is a member thing. I was a member &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;before it became a inc. business and now the rate is higher and I can't rationalize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it if I am only here one year. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sort of had a list in mind on my way there. I had been thinking about a salad at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bombs Away and changed my mind because I didn't feel like going some place where the assumption is that you will order a drink or two or three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the receipt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hazelnuts $1.61&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;danish blue cheese $1.80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;whole milk $1.85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;orange mineral water $.89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ginger raspberry cereal $4.19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wild organic salad mix $ 2.29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;red danjou pear $.81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;total $13.49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;the good thing is that I can buy in bulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but i do wonder if i were to plan better i wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;if i would save money. either that or i just don't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;good shopping practices but i hope they are healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110282451919187121?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110282451919187121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110282451919187121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110282451919187121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110282451919187121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/grocery-shopping-my-trip-to-co-op.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110266333283183336</id><published>2004-12-09T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:22:12.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I had a $17 coffee today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Actually, I had a $2.00 hot chocolate and a $15 parking fine. Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I love staff parking but they are being a little gregarious with the parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lot monitoring. I was away from my car for 15 mintues as I ran into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;bean to get the yummy cup of chocolate. I am not sure it was worth $17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;when I could have parked one block further and had no ticket. Alas, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hope I learned a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The term ends for me tomorrow at 11:30. I have big plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I plan on doing my laundry and taking Jinx out. He deserves it. He has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a trooper through this week. We survived our first finals week together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He has been going stir crazy. Last night I came home to see that he had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;done some rearranging. Today while I was napping he jumped on the bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;with the duck. I love the toy, it no longer makes noise.  Right now he is rooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;around in the toy basket....I can hear his toys, he is making each of them make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;their respective noise. What a pill. I want to shower and go to bed. I have not showered today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;however I did wash face and hair. Nobody is ever really close enough to me to care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my hygiene. Oh, Oh, Oh, my other big plan for tomorrow is to have dinner with friends at Big River. I have not been there in a while so I am looking forward to it. Maybe I will have Ahi? Gosh, it has been so long I don't really know what I will have but I am looking forward to it. Although, the calamari pasta is yummy....again, if they have it. It would be nice to have a spinach salad with hazelnuts, blue cheese and pear with a vinegarette.  I should eat these salads more often. See, but this means that I must go shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But now I am off to the shower and then under the down comforter (how many baby birds had to lose their butt feathers for me to stay cozy at night?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110266333283183336?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110266333283183336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110266333283183336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110266333283183336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110266333283183336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-had-17-coffee-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110263081703706128</id><published>2004-12-09T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:20:17.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Neil Young "Harvest Moon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my music selection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for the day, or for the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;couple of hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why does grocery shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;have to be a pain. Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;consuming in the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For the most part I am fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eating the same thing day after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;day. I don't need to mix it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and maybe I prefer it not being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mixed up. Knowing what each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;holds for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apparently in the rush of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have completely blanked on groceries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and now I don't feel like going out shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have an exam. It is finals week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is the secret to the grocery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shopping? Do you just have to plan to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;go once a week, like laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love having yummy fresh food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to eat but perhaps with the time crunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have been making too many excuses not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to go or not to eat here. Or I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so overly concerned with my running and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;classes that if I didn't go shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it is easier to pass on consuming too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess I know it is time to go shopping when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the milk has gone bad and there is no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;butter in the fridge. At least with these two things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I would have been able to make cream of wheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But it is not the same without butter and milk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;although cream is preferred. The inside of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fridge is a little pathetic.  Old milk, one tomato, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;four boxes of oregnage juice and one bottle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;antioxidant juice....a mixture of carrot, pear and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;grape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Maybe I can stick it out until Saturday, but then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I start thinking that I don't even know what my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;plans for the break are and where I am going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, I do have ginger snaps here, but they are a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;more hard than I really want and so now they have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;become Jinx treats. He loves 'em. Sit, down, roll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all I have to do is show him one and say sit and he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;does this little routine. Yeah, for ginger snaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What is a girl to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110263081703706128?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110263081703706128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110263081703706128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110263081703706128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110263081703706128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/neil-young-harvest-moon-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110258244327334208</id><published>2004-12-09T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T14:00:32.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yogurt-Cucumber Cilantro Dressing.............it is just heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I took an exam this evening and all I could think was that I wanted Thai food after and then a nice wonderful sleep. Alas, I did have some chamomile tea while chatting with Amy about a man....a man she likes and I guy I know from the dog park. She works in the coffee shop and also is inlisted in the national guard.....I am impressed with her dedication to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I feel like such a girl when those moments hit and we are talking about man and how a person likes him and then there is the dog. I know he works in Oceanography and is research faculty, too crunchy granola for me but she likes him. So, I listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kush comes in..........that man can giggle. He introduces me to two men that are Ethiopian (there is some politically correct term for their country that I don't remember...will look up so I don't sound like a bitch) We talked about how Americans think about food. We can pick any type of food we want to have..........Indian, Thai, Italian and so on and he says they don't think that in Ethiopia that they just think about eating and he said Americans were funny that way but maybe it is because we have more money. I said that I thought it was because America has lots of mirgants and that means there are many types of foods here. We are a country founded on diversity and that allows us to experience foods from all places, because the people are here. Not many people I know say they are leaving the US to move to Ethiopia to live or even open businesses. It doesn't happen like that. I am going to write more on this later because I really am off to bed, besides I think Jinx could use the sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110258244327334208?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110258244327334208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110258244327334208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110258244327334208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110258244327334208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/yogurt-cucumber-cilantro-dressing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110253387061434410</id><published>2004-12-08T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:28:48.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am almost in the perfect space to study. Okay, sure, I am tired and the idea of crawling into bed is really tempting but I some coffee before and after the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I took a shower because sometimes that helps to make every thing feel relaxed and a nap is not in such high demand then, usually. But I could crawl into bed...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It might seem like a little much to discuss here but we need to talk about my shower. Sometimes, I get in the shower and nothing really feels right. I don't want to shave, I don't even want to exfoliate, sometimes I have a hard time thinking about actually using more than shampoo. Like I really want to just be wet and wash my hair. Before any hygiene comments are made, just realize that I am not going to be in any real close encounters with anyone. That is a different situation and I am not even going there, sort of not anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I was thinking , as I let the water from the showerhead run into my mouth, about what other people do in the shower. Sure, I have been in showers with other people but the shower for the sake of being clean is really not the point. So, the shower was an experience this morning. I did wash my hair and I am not telling if I washed anything else :) But I was just letting the water run and thinking about a particular shower that I love. Getting in it feels like stepping out in to a warm mist in the forest or something.....warm water that seems to come from all directions. The smell of said shower is nice too, one bar of soap and the whole place seems to resonate with a great clean smell. My shower on the other hand is different. There are a few more products but my soap doesn't really have a smell and is made with olive oil and some other things that are suppose to be conditioning (I spend so much time in the hot water that most soaps make my skin very dry and itchy and leave a film behind) I don't really feel this way about the soap, I am on a search for perfect soap. My shampoo is very earthy with ylang ylang extract and the condition tickles the skin and scalp with its mint extract. Do we see a pattern here? I love anything with an "earthy, dirty" smell, for me and on my body. But on men, no contest, I love the man smell mixed with a little bit of some deodorant but I Love when they smell like men.....does anyone else have a thing of the old spice deodorant? All I think man needs is soap and a little old spice deodorant, but not too much because I want to fill my nostrils with the essense of man. But for myself I am wondering if my love for these earthy products is very unsexy. I even love to slather with lavender oil (real lavender, the fake smell is just not good, nough said) and there is lavender in my face moisturizer. I love these smells for every day but I do appreciate a few select perfumes. But what I really want to know is whether this is going to make me seem less sexy to men. Oh, and all this really comes back to the shear amount of artificial rasberry and whatever else Bath and Body works is selling that I have to smell when I pass girls on campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So here are a few questions for discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Do you let the water from the shower head fill your mouth while you stand under it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. What kind of soap do you use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. What smells do you find sexy or unappealing for that matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. What smells about the opposite sex do you love, or dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Do you wash everything, everywhere, everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Any other questions that should be on this list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Is it bad that I like the earthy smells and mens body odor, can anyone relate to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Also, to note the music choice of the day is John Hiatt's Crossing Muddy Waters.....I have always loved that cd and nothing seems more like fall to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110253387061434410?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110253387061434410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110253387061434410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110253387061434410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110253387061434410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-almost-in-perfect-space-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110252879903690016</id><published>2004-12-08T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:59:59.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Four down, three to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Had a nice chat with a prof in zoology this morning before my test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Really a nice guy. I use to this he was an arrogant ass, but it can change in either direction after you know a person. Mostly we have a national park in common. He was there when it started and I was there most recently. He is a very intelligent man, but I do think that lack of confidence is very unattractive and a person can over compensate in many ways. Arrogance is one of those ways and perhaps they can also under compensate by not putting themselves out there. Fear. I think fear is a natural part of who we are........Does Jung say this is like knowing the shadow self. Is it possible that none the less if it is not part of our psyche it is part of our shadow self and therefore part of us. Damn..........too much thinking and I need to quiet the brain for information absorbtion and retention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110252879903690016?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110252879903690016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110252879903690016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110252879903690016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110252879903690016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/four-down-three-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110250037712319392</id><published>2004-12-08T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T09:50:55.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My site and therefore I can make notes to myself.....spare the post it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just finished the last of the videos for my anthroplogy class.....thank god. Okay, I could have really gotten into this class if it were say "history of blues" that would have been great but no, I had to read about Morocco and my prof's experience living there and that really (no matter how much blathering he did in the book and in the last four pages forced it to seem like it was about music so that he could make us read it for this class, the book did not fit and I don't think his course objective was clear........like the what the hell, we read about Marley and then we end up the blues but in between we discuss living situation in Morocco and then never really discuss Moroccan music....he should have moved to France if he was going to use Morocco as the leaping off point to discuss french rap..........I will give the guy credit for getting paid to do what he likes but I don't think this class was all it could be) pisses me off since I had to buy his shitty writings, bad writer and bad speaker. He might do fine in the bar with a double martini but this was just no good until we talked about the blues. It almost saved the class, it was almost redeemed. He just doesn't know what to say about them and he had a whitel blues player from Oregon doing the program. Give me a break!!!!! Not that the guy was white, hell Tab Benoit is white and so is Sonny Landreth and Kelly Joe Phelps and Eric Clapton and ....come on throw me a bone here. But really, there is history there, if you are going to discuss even for 30 sesconds a national guitar try and learn something about slide and the materials used..........maybe even listen to some music but don't sit like an ass when the other guy is talking and just repeat "interesting" to everything you are %$#@^&amp;amp;** clueless about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am going to bed. But I did need to vent about that for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh, and I will admit that I know not even a flick of the tip of the iceberg about blues, but I am damn going to try and learn more than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110250037712319392?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110250037712319392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110250037712319392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110250037712319392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110250037712319392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-site-and-therefore-i-can-make-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110248786870017065</id><published>2004-12-07T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:37:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is what studying at my house sort of looks like. I like to be as comfortable as possible. I prefer being at home most of the time unless I have cabin fever and need to breathe some new air for a while. This time of the term it is really too distracting to be at the Beanery. Too much going on and way too many people trying to cram for about 6 straight hours and openly admit to being at the bean for that length of time. I personal think maybe hanging out there for that long is maybe not a good idea. Mostly, I think that people that don't have finals and some that do get annoyed that all the tables are taken and people have just camped out. I sort of figure that since we have known these exams were coming all term we shouldn't be spending so much time submerged in books and notes and coffee and whatever else people are taking to stay awake. Sure, there are time when I wish I could a pill or take a drink that makes me go to sleep and sleep a beautiful sleep for like 8 hours and then something to drink that would make be feel bright eyed and bushy tailed for another 10 hours. Doesn't this sort of happen in Alice in Wonderland? Was that story really written about a young girl by an old man? Just wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I suppose I just love waking up in the mornings and I love sleeping, but the trick is to have a smooth rhythm and create a pattern. Oh, you know what I really love is sharing a bed. I guess this is just part of being human. Maybe we really are pack animals. Jinx sleeps in next to my legs mostly with his head away from me. Do you think this means he thinks less of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The other afternoon I came home to find the sweater I had been wearing that morning in between the pillows on the bed and the pillows had been moved around to form a little circle with said sweater sitting in the middle. I didn't leave it like that.....so.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Back to being in bed. I have been reading about Taoist sexual energies and it makes so  much sense to me. We need to share of our own energies and that we get and give energy. It is important to be aware of this not only for sex but just as a person. I think this energy thing translates to our lives in general. Sharing of positive energy with other people is a great way of sharing positive energy with every person that person will come in contact with and so on. This is also important to note about negative energies......I think they spread more rapidly and often without our real intention of being negative. So, we should practice positive energy in order to give and take of positive energies in all parts of our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I need to end this post so that I can simply concentrate on my work. But I have to remind myself to talk about what happened in the bean the last two mornings. It was good, really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I burned my tongue on the chai tonight..........will my coffee offer as much pleasure in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110248786870017065?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110248786870017065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110248786870017065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110248786870017065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110248786870017065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-what-studying-at-my-house-sort.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110248526476762985</id><published>2004-12-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T21:54:24.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/Blog1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/Blog1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for finals&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110248526476762985?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110248526476762985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110248526476762985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110248526476762985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110248526476762985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/studying-for-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110246278934392101</id><published>2004-12-07T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:39:49.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;First I would like to thank REI for keeping me warm and dry on the trail, for the most part anyway. Actually, the two REI tops that I wear were excellent. I think I need a pair of winter running tights (adding this to list with a new digital camera). For the most part I was really comfortable. Toward the end of the run/walk/hike adventure I started to get a little cold, maybe the last 15 minutes of almost 2 hours out there. I was dry and warm on top, even unzipping the outer shirt but the running tights. The running tights were good for a while but they are not as water proof. The water stayed mostly on the outside but with the fleece around my hips (I did have a third layer, it was cold getting started and cold finishing, this third layer was very nice to have, but it did get heavy with water in the end). After about 15 minutes I didn't need the fleece so I tied it around my waist. The problem then happens, wherever the fleece is touching the running tights the water moves in, right next to my skin. I guess it is like a wetsuit in a way, my body temp should have been warming the water but it really zaps a lot of energy and my body temp did not warm the water. But it was excellent......the run/hike/walk (I am trying to be easy with myself, it is a pretty go get kind of place and I just can't bust up the hill in full run just yet, not the whole hill anyway, but I try). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jinx is a blast to have out there. We passed another running, they were coming from the opposite direction. I am not passing anyone yet. Jinx was so good he didn't even jump on the runner. I think the runner mostly startled him. Then I had to think to myself that he could probably hear me talking to my dog as we came up the other side of the hill (I only figure this because I could hear a couple of men talking about their sex lives from the same direction the other day)....it wouldn't have been so bad had I not be repeating lines from Breakfast at Tiffany's, in particular when she is coming upstairs and harassing Mr. Yugioshi (Micky Rooney) by jangling her car keys and saying "Wake up, wake up, the Russians are coming"........alas I admit it. I like that scene but I have no idea why she is taunting about the Russians, I am guessing because of Cold War fears but I am not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;On our first minutes out we saw the older man with the cane that we saw the other day. But today he also had an umbrella, it was really very wet. His dog's name is Hobbes. Jinx can be a little energetic when meeting new people and being on his leash, but I would rather not have him jump so at least for know I keep him on the leash around others until we learn together a way to keep him off, always. He asked again how old Jinx is........I kick myself, I really am going to start saying 9 months. Hell, if I can lie about his age by 2 years can I lie about mine by 3? On the 21 that will only make me 24 :)  It sounds too young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't say enough about this running and being out........it is the best. It makes me feel good and better than 24 could ever feel. Besides, then I don't have to deal with turning 25 again. Oh, that was rough. But then again so was 26. Does this ever get to the point where I am going to say "Hey, isn't it great I am going to be 30!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Everything feels so right out there. Watching Jinx run fearlessly around the switchbacks and staying on the trail....good dog. Sometimes he wipes out but we all do. He makes it look easy and fun. I suppse children can be like this, a reminder that life is just that, easy and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love living alone sometimes. We came in the apartment and Jinx waited by the door while I got a towel to dry him. Once dry he got some food and then passed out by the heater. Me, I started stipping all the wet cloths off and turned the stove on (it was getting on lunch time)........naked cooking. We should all try it. So, I started the oven and put the squash soup in the top and a veggie patty that really looks like a breaded chicken breast in the oven. Naked!!! Yep, I was making lunch naked. I bet the microbiology prof would think that his was really not a sanitary practice but I prefer it to any potato salad in a salad bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Although, I was fully clothed when I consumed lunched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ah, there is more to say about my morning experience at the coffee shop over the last two mornings. But we'll get to that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110246278934392101?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110246278934392101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110246278934392101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110246278934392101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110246278934392101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/first-i-would-like-to-thank-rei-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110240501904829072</id><published>2004-12-06T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:36:59.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is late and I should be in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Karen Savoca in the cd player but it is not quite the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;right music. I open cd cases, some are missing, long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;living in another land, others are in the car. But I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;listening to a very scratched version of John Denver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But nothing seems right today, not the music, not my clothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not my shoes and not even my contacts, even my neck muscles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;are sore. This one I want explained. I think I just slept wrong but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;because I am studying microbiology I keep checking for a purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;rash.....bacterial menengitus. They have had outbreaks in the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on the campus but I really think I slept poorly. I need to kick the mutt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;out of my bed. He takes up way too much room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, back to the fact that nothing seems right. I know these days happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and I hope tomorrow will be better. At least there is a break coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am not sure what to do over the break. I am thinking I will set a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;daily pattern and get myself ready for another term. Oh, and I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;work on this workout program. The Beaver Freezer is in April. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is a triathalon, swim 500 yards, Bike 11.4 miles and run 3.1 miles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am suppose to start swimming this weekend. I don't really like the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;first plunge into the cold water but then imagine getting out of the pool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and running to your bike and riding for 11.4 miles and then hopping off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to run the last 3.1 miles. I must be crazy. I guess I just need to push myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I need to feel some value, value for myself and for my body. I have a lot of work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to do. I think by scheduling event like this I will prove to myself that I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;accomplish what I set my mind to, well school is that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am ready to have a job. It is getting to the point where taking undergrad classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;almost seems like a joke. Not  because I am kicking ass in the courses but rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that they are all very similar in a way. I never noticed it before but I am beginning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to get the feel that I just have to shove stuff in my head and nobody cares. I want a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;project but  things happened and now I just have to wait. I think the project will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am not done with school but all in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My first final was fine. Actually, it was good. I try not to stress about the finals and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;for the most part I am doing fine but I suppose one weird thing for me about the break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;coming up is that this is the first time in school where I have not been looking forward to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the break. I don't have any plans and I am not really jumping to drive to eastern Oregon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Times before these breaks were jammed with family gatherings, dive trips and someone to see. But it is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the dog and I. Lots of working toward the Beaver Freezer goal. Kush is going to be gone all break, he is going on holiday in Africa. I think I might have to drag Todd away from his work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so that I don't get too bored, unless he finds his dreamdate and then Kush and I will probably never see him again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As for me I am learning more about myself. Asking myself questions about life and what I want out of it. I know many people that have and have had unhappy relationships and I don't want to be a part of anything like that. Also, I don't want to have my heart broken again.  Pretty much this translates to one big wall. With time perhaps the wall will weaken or I will take it down to allow someone in, don't get me wrong, it would be great to have that. I was explaining to someone today that we all want to feel attractive and we do things that we think will get us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that security. But at some point the energy needs to be refueled and that I think only happens when we share our energies. If one person gives and gives in a relationship the receiver feels great but if they don't give the giver eventually runs out of giving and then all hell breaks lose. Also, if a receiver stop receiving it happens as well. I am finding support of this in Taoist teachings. But anyway. I am in a growing, refueling, energy absorbing stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What to say. I really need to find some better music in the world. I have worn out much of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stuff on the computer and Karen Savoca, as much as I love her I woke up to another of her cd's this morning. But I had been listening to Lyle Lovett for three days. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perhaps I should just enter a few days of silence. Don't monks do this? Is a good for a person or would I go insane. Either because I do like to talk sometimes or because if I were silent how would I get my coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think I might weigh myself tomorrow. I am afraid I have not been eating enough and maybe the weight loss is going too fast. But the thing is that I don't really feel hungry most of the time. I even got ginger snaps yesterday because I wanted a cookie or rather a really chewy ginger cookie and I ended up with snaps and well, Jinx loves 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110240501904829072?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110240501904829072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110240501904829072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110240501904829072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110240501904829072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-is-late-and-i-should-be-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110228540100737071</id><published>2004-12-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T18:52:50.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The apartment is clean and the chai is hot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a great Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jinx and I have already been out to the forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The forest does have a name, it is the MacDonald-Dunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Experimental Forest, property of OSU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are heathens in the forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, maybe not, but I was surprised that there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;were so many people at 9:30 this morning. But you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who didn't go to church if they are out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Jinx did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;get to go off leash for some time but with so many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;around I put him on the leash when we saw anyone. It is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;good because we have been working on trail commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He is not perfect and neither am I. But we are working on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;making our forest experience the best for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On the way up the trail we saw an older man with a cane walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 year old Malamute/Border Collie, pretty much looks like a malamute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with very blue eyes, a little smaller maybe. But the dog was so much less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;exciteable than Jinx. I am going to start telling people he is 1 or maybe 9 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't belive it is taking me so long to make a great dog out of great dog making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;material. But his commands are getting stronger. I am not sure what to do. I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a woman I might should call, she has some great dogs and they have wonderful trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;commands. But she is just amazing. One of those women in life that I admire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When her name comes up around some men I know they kind of politely avoid the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;subject, I am not sure why. But she is a great woman, writer, dog lover, speaker and hiker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jinx and I just need help in building a strong relationship. Him sleeping on my bed is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay, so there was a man with a cane and his dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We forged ahead with Jinx on leash and veered to take the Uproute Trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is just that, up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, we went up and around the switchbacks. At the top I decided we would make it just a 5 miler. So, we went down the road. The bear road. Through a newly forested area with rements of old growth. There are stags that have been left that make the forest look so small or short. They rise high above all the other trees and what we are seeing is just the base. The forest that is planted around them was done in 1986. The trees look great but they are probably only 25 feet high and the stag is probably 75 or more, and that is just the very bottom of the tree, it is much thicker at its top than these little trees. They stand there as an eerie reminder of what was....a forest long gone. I must find out why just a few have been left, I am not sure that I know exactly why but I might guess that the root masses offer bank stability.....the leftover trees are so far apart I wouldn't assume it was for habitat, the trees have been topped, but nonetheless, like memorials they stand....marking what was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Down the road, here come the morning cyclists. We passed 5, Jinx did well, I leashed him for all but the last cyclist, that one came on fast and I didn't get to Jinx but he stayed out of the way. I apologized but the cyclists said it was fine.....I always wonder about this because when someones muddy dog jumps on me I usually say it was fine and it normally is unless I am wearing something I don't want muddy and then there is a moment when I am kind of bothered but it doesn't last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Down, down, down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Horses. Two horses. A momma and a baby. a dog as well, german shorthair pointer, spotted liver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jinx rolls in some very stinky poopy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Great....someone is getting a bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The road flattens out. There is another baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mom and Dad and baby. They were letting the little guy out of his backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jinx wanted to say hello. He did, the parents were cool and the baby was adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Excited and bundled up so well I am sure he would have a hard time walking, well, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is small and probably not walking too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the first time ever, Jinx actually got in the bath tub himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sure, I just walked him in there without taking the leash off and then started the water, shut the door, pointed at the tub and said "in"....I didn't even have to pick him up. He jumped in. Not excitedly, reluctenly rather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We did an underwashing and then washed the crap off his neck. I also had to wash his collar and leash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He is drying by the heater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had planned to write this a different way. Perhaps I will come back to edit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I listened to John Denver this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now, it is Guy Clarke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;more on this later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110228540100737071?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110228540100737071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110228540100737071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110228540100737071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110228540100737071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/apartment-is-clean-and-chai-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110227554105809997</id><published>2004-12-05T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T11:41:10.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We are back from the forest. Jinx is sleeping and I am motivating myself for information absorption and retention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sleeping dog and a tired girl &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110227554105809997?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110227554105809997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110227554105809997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110227554105809997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110227554105809997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-are-back-from-forest.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110222231391221221</id><published>2004-12-04T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:51:53.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have recently let a few people know about my blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hmmm, it makes me wonder if I can't maintain as my personal journal or if I will find myself sensoring my writings even more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I suppose it will encourage me to spell check or a least proof read before sending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just needed to write something else so that that last post was not at the top of the page. I needed to write all that stuff but I don't need it as a reminder. What I need now is to snuggle up on the couch and knit with the dog warming my toes....but alas there is no couch RANDY!!! On Friday, there should be a couch/futon/sofa arriving with Randy. He wants to bring his dog but I am not sure that is a good idea. The other day they were vacuuming with a high powered vac with a hosing stretching from a van into the apt next door and it set Jinx to howling. The office called me on my cellphone to get him to be quiet.....I hope nothing comes of this because it kind of pisses me off that they can make all this noise and leaf blows can blow at 8am but if there is a warning because of something my dog did in response to their noise then I hardly think that is fair. I know, I am bitching and it is not like me. really, or at least I hope it is not like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I don't want it to be an issue. I just want to get school over with here and then on to what is next but what I really want is to go live in an isolated area.........I don't really want that but at moments it feels like that is what I would love. I guess I want peace and quiet and maybe an apartment in the city where I don't drive anywhere and I can take public transportation, also there must be a place for the dog and I to run near by. I don't think I ask for a lot in life. I'll think about all the factors that matter and write about it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am making myself tired with all this thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I remember New Orleans and that places are open late. I have to get going if I am going to get a tea and knit for a little while before bed, because the bean closes at 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110222231391221221?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110222231391221221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110222231391221221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110222231391221221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110222231391221221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-recently-let-few-people-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110221480982964651</id><published>2004-12-04T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T20:31:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm trying to get a photo posted in my profile. I have read all the information provided by Hello and I can't figure it out. It is very upsetting. Why??? Why did it take me so long to figure out making my page pink?Well, that one is because the pink was just not available when I first started this out. Damn. ****thumping my head here******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Life is a complicated matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It shouldn't be, at least that is what I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everyday should be beautiful and wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do we make the peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Or do we make the complications?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Depression has moved in, I don't really want it here but it has nestled itself right in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I slept too much today. 8 hours over night or there about, and then another hour or so this afternoon. I am sleepy now, but not the kind of sleepy where I could fall asleep and stay there. But too tired to go to the gym, maybe I will go to the sauna at my apartment building. It is a very small sauna and I don't want to share....also, I want to lay in it naked. Ah, this means I should go to campus to lay there naked. Naked is good. Sleep is good. So, in the matter of the depression I am wondering if the onset might be related to my decrease in calories or the decrease in calories is related to the depression and all are to blame on the running. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can't really blame the running. I am the one with the problem. This has been a problem for years for me. Preoccupation with my physical characteristics. I was thin in high school, but I started to round out my freshman year of college, doesn't everyone? But after the first term I hit it hard with a girl in my dorm and we spent way too much time at the gym. But there was such a response from the people I cared about. Most just said that I looked great. But the truth was that I was changing as a person. Confidence goes much further than the perfect shape or the smallest hips. I was thin and I was excited about the response to the physical change but inside I was scared. I was dating someone who I thought the world of and I wanted to be perfect in his eyes. Thin was beautiful, running was smart, my physical looks and age were an ego boost for him. This gets into some weird stuff. So, I much rather not go there and it being my blog, I have that say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But after he passed away I closeted the running shoes I speak of.....out of sight, much like a lot of other things in my life. I blamed the running for not being the person I can be, for controlling my life, for being the thing that people valued about me, or at least that is what I thought. Small. I thought being small was all I ever wanted, unnoticed in a way. To disappear. Maybe if I vanished there would be a care. But now I feel different about that, I don't want to vanish. I want to wear pink, black, I want to paint my toes, to wear lipstick and to feel beautiful, not over doing it because the beauty does not come from the eyeshadow or the lipstick or the pink, but somewhere much closer to the body. Beauty is a state of mind. In yoga, we smile to ourselves. Feel the smile from the hips, to the toes and back to the face. No expression, the smile is hidden, not something to show everyone, but everyone has the ability to feel it. We express the physical smile on our lips but I really think the body must know what it feels like to smile deep inside to make the physical representation of the smile meaningful. I let the smiles grace my face as much as I can in a day, I like to feel the smile in my eyes and the span of my hips. Perhaps the body can be tricked, first with the smile on the lips and from there it graces the body, like a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In all of this chatter, I do want to work through the running. I want to run. I love to be alone in the mountains, to squint through the fog, to watch my dog on the trail (he loves it with all his four paws.....he is now changing his name it to Silent Fourpaws, he is more quiet than me), to feel so free, to take note of how wonderful nature is and how she really does know what she is doing....lichen and mud, two of my favorites, there are so many very beautiful things out there. There are moments when I feel like I was meant to do this forever, everything is just so right. Unlike the other aspects of my life, for the most part I feel a little in control of the running, sure, the dog does have some say, like when he brings my socks from the dirty laundry to me a the computer or lays on top of the shoes or just whines and whines, until I almost understand what serious frustration is about. I should eat more. Because I don't want to feel anyother way than wonderful with the running. But I do need to find out how much I should be eating and can still lose weight. I won't give a number just yet, or maybe ever, but I would like to shed at least 10 pounds of fat and add some muscle. I figure over the break I can rid myself of the 10 pounds, maybe, and this next term work on the muscle. Because I will have to start a weight program. Yawn, only because it means seeing a bunch of 20 year old boys in the gym. yawn. Too much competition for the machines. I dreamed of pilates last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blah, blah, good thing this is my blog. But I am feeling like I have been way too revealing and way too wordy. Stick a fork in me, I am done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110221480982964651?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110221480982964651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110221480982964651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110221480982964651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110221480982964651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-trying-to-get-photo-posted-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110221233417646266</id><published>2004-12-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:05:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110221233417646266?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110221233417646266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110221233417646266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110221233417646266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110221233417646266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/x_110221233417646266.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110211710576497628</id><published>2004-12-03T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T15:39:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sonny Landreth is playing tonight!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, currently I am being a internet junkie and listening to Sonny make magic.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he does some pretty amazing things with his hands on that guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Besides I am sucker for any man that seems to be able to express himself,&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind that expression is expression none the less. I guess I don't discriminate and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes end up in situations where the expression is not so positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.....it makes me tired to think about it. I need some more coffee and&lt;br /&gt;perhaps some more food. I had coffee this morning before my two run/hike thing (more on that later) and then some tuna and pasta after the run. So, either I am having a caffeine and sugar crash or I just simply need more calories. I am trying to be aware of these little things as I push my body to run and morph itself into something I remember from days gone by. I like the morphing. I love my running tights and my stinky polypro shirt (use to wear it under my drysuit and now it is beloved running wear...most running wear out here in Oregon is interchangable with drysuit gear....all of it to keep one warm in the freezing cold....I need to get myself a pair of mittens, in all the moving I can't seem to find mittens and I must have a few pair somewhere?) also I wear a little blue stocking cap (Betty Rides.....I got it years ago to wear skiing after I cut all my hair off, I felt like such a boy in all other hats but this has little sparklies and it is blue).......the cloths don't really matter that much, well a little. They mean more than they matter. I feel good in them (and out for that matter) and they remind me of what I have accomplished on trailing, in water, in yoga (the pants I use to wear in pilates) and the running shoes were closeted after my half marathon running ended after the death of a close friend....put the shoes away and hardly ever looked back. Over the years I got many more pairs of shoes in hopes that I would find the desire to run again but nothing ever seemed right. I even started this new running thing out with my Nike Shox shoes, sure they are cool but rocks get lodge in the open spaces, so, I dug the shoes out. The same very shoes......Nike Triax Max (do they make these anymore?) they stopped making them years ago and then went back to it because they were popular. I think I only put 100 or so miles on them before the very last 13.1 miles race I ran. But now, I think I have logged just a mere 40 or so miles in the last few weeks. Oh, well. We are working up to somethig.....Jinx loves the runs too. I am sure he is happy about these shoes over the others as that I am actually going out and the shoes feel so good I feel like I could run forever because my feet are so cozy but my calves get tired and well other things....I am building my stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run/hike today was great. It was in the fog and at about 37 degrees. I needed mittens but I tucked my hands inside the sleeves. We took the road to the Uproute Trail and over the top of the mountain where the fog was thick and there were no people to be heard. It was just the way I would want every morning to be. A little chilly, calm, foggy and so peaceful and full of promise. We passed the Extendo trail to take the 600 road higher up the mountain. Up, Up we went. Then I started to wonder how long it would take us to get back? Hmmm, we turned around. The road had lots of curves and coming down it Jinx stayed at my heels.....like I am going to protect him and from what? He stayed in that second position until the road opened up again and then he left me behind for whatever was out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is a fork in the road....I don't know that forks are always welcomed when the run has seemed long already. But none the less it was marked with a welcome sign into the Forest....so therefore we only had one way to go. But I stopped to read the sign "WARNING, BLACK BEAR SIGHTINGS" oh! perhaps I should be a little more cautious? I read the sign and now not only do I have to watch for bears but also cougars. Damn. With Jinx the pansy ass by my side I am not really welcoming to the idea of any bear or cougar encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run was great. It is over now but like all the others, there are now memories, my photo album is the collection of mudd on the soles of my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in the sticky heat i feel you open up to me"&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, "it feels like rain"&lt;br /&gt;I am hopping in the shower and turning the music up as I think about driving across Ponchartrain during a summer rain shower................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110211710576497628?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110211710576497628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110211710576497628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110211710576497628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110211710576497628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/sonny-landreth-is-playing-tonight-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110211733160543874</id><published>2004-12-03T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T15:52:05.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/lisa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/lisa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Important to note that this cheesy ass photo was taken this morning when I woke up.  I have a small love affair with my camera (not really MY camera but it belonged to the ex and I am making great use.....but a better quality camera would be nice. I might ask for one as a birthday present but I can't really tell my dad that I like taking photos, most naked and mailing them off to unsuspecting people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a good morning. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110211733160543874?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110211733160543874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110211733160543874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110211733160543874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110211733160543874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/important-to-note-that-this-cheesy-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110193726852692494</id><published>2004-12-01T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:43:24.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"the wondering fever has got a hold of me"....Sonny Landreth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life is a long round about circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am really glad that I started running again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to run far and fast and into deep woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;where there are no people. Just me and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dog and the beautiful creations of nature and mud!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Got to love the mud. I love the mud. It is humbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday on our run we took the sane route, the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that makes the run not so painstaking, in other words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it is a pretty good balance between up and down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I should have stayed to the road, the rain made the trail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;very slippery. Like running down hill on a ice skating rink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;while jumping over logs and roots. I think perhaps a person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;could die from a fall up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We were moving along and then jinx stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Voices, he heard them first. Well, his ears are bigger than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wasn't sure how many but they were moving fast, faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;than we were anyway. I pulled Jinx to the side of the trail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and leashed him. I try to be respectful, well, mostly I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;want someone pissed off because Jinx got them muddy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;his big greeting jump. Yeah, we'll work on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I could hear them, it was getting more clear as they got closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was two men and the part of the conversation I caught was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;shocking. Two men, one about 45 and the other maybe 60 ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;they were talking about sex and love. My ears were red. Thank god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;for the stocking cap I was wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was just so real and real is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;They were smart and passed us up to take the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am going out again today but I don't know if i want to take the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is something about the trail. But I wonder if I not being responsible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and perhaps I am causing damage from my feet over the muddy. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;don't worry about the dog, he is spreading his impact out over 4 legs and 4 paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I really wonder much I should be running?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It has been a long time since I have had so much physical activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love it but I worry that it might become the one thing that I fixate on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and will in turn take up way too much time and energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will admit to it being refreshing and helping to keep me centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Besides the outside exposure is good for keeping the depression at bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or at least not letting it control my life. The light helps to make everything not so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dark. Besides, I am also trying to sort all the crazies out of my life and that makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;life much better as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think that some people are just toxic, like an allergy. We are not all meant to get along with every single person but some personalities just clash (they are toxic) they are not good for us and can make us ill (depressed, too involved in too many problems, sure there is probably a different list for everyone).  Life needs a little spring cleaning, if it is not good throw it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I like clean laundry, clean counters, clean floors and a clean and clear life. To hold my head up knowing that what I am doing is the only thing I could imagine myself doing. We'll get to the career bit of this another time.  As for now. It is all mostly good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110193726852692494?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110193726852692494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110193726852692494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110193726852692494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110193726852692494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/12/wondering-fever-has-got-hold-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110169733373041686</id><published>2004-11-28T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T19:02:13.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Two hours in the forest today. It was beautiful, everything about it. Jinx had a wonderful time. Watching him run up the trail and then waiting for me or even running back to see if I was still coming....damn, he runs fast. He can't stop so fast and nearly eats a lot of dirt in the process. I think am going to have to start taking pictures out there. The fog was so thick and the air so cold. It is just a feeling that nothing can capture, you have to experience these things in life for yourself. For me,  I will always cherish those moments when the world feels so big and I feel so small in the thick of the forest, like I might be the only person to have stopped at that particular root mass. Not likely, being that it is on the side of the trail, but there is a mystical presence. The old growth, perhaps it carries the mystery. It has been there long before any living person and will hopefully carry on long past all current generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hope I will always make time for things like this, moments when I feel like I am floating on clouds over the muddy trail. When I can watch my dog be a dog. Well, he is kind of like my baby. I just love seeing him have so much fun and maybe he feels lucky to be there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110169733373041686?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110169733373041686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110169733373041686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110169733373041686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110169733373041686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/two-hours-in-forest-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110162384751668708</id><published>2004-11-27T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:49:31.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Life is a constant attempt to get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I move through and feel like I am repeating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;choices, like I must have gotten it wrong before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and now I have a chance to get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beth Orton can be credited as saying "regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;are lesson we haven't learned yet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I try not to have any regrets. Sure, there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;those times when I wish I might have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;things a little differently but for the most part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think I am doing okay. There are times when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;wish I didn't think so much but the alternative being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that I didn't think nearly enough. No thank you. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;would rather stay this way. I think too much and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sometimes talk to much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't help but believe that there is a greater purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;something bigger than anything anyone could ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;imagine that is part of all of us. It is always there and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;all we have to do is our best. Pratice the best love we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we know, practice the best giving, the best receiving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to practice the patience and hold in our hearts the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;intention toward people, animals, earth and life. To respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ourselves and those around us. To be united under soomething &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;great, like one big spirit, a puzzle that fits together almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;seemlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hmmm, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As I was saying, I think we are set to repeat until we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;get it right. So we have to stop the crazy cycles or at least the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cycles that we see and believe to be out of control, those things that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we think too much about and would rather not think about at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Those things, those are the things that we need to end. Fix them somehow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is the part where I get lost. I am not sure how to fix them or if there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;is just one right way. Sure there are ways to fix everything but it is the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;is going to work best in that situation? Sure, I could fix most of the issues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;by forcing all people out of my life and leading one in solitude, which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I feel like I do most of the time. I have rather shallow connections with people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and therefore don't really spend time with them and no issues are able to develope or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I could be willing to ask for what I need and give what is asked for and learn from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;each situation as it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Learning.....I love it in the book sense, but my heart is a much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;vunerable participant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110162384751668708?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110162384751668708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110162384751668708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110162384751668708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110162384751668708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/life-is-constant-attempt-to-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110162278859079111</id><published>2004-11-27T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:19:48.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/nature3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/nature3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a time that seems like a lifetime ago&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110162278859079111?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110162278859079111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110162278859079111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110162278859079111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110162278859079111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/time-that-seems-like-lifetime-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110153543064498967</id><published>2004-11-26T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:03:50.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps the problem is that I want what does not want me?&lt;br /&gt;I work hard at trying to "tame a wild thing", damn I love that movie, anyone know where this comes from?&lt;br /&gt;It is Breakfast at Tiffany's. "Doc, the trouble with you is that you were always trying to tame wild things, well you can't, you can't tame a wild thing"...urhm, at least that is close I think.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I am trying to tame a wild thing. But the thing is that I think I have given up. I feel silly for sending the first email anyway and now I wish I could take it back although at the time I sent it I was certain it must have been a good idea even though it made me feel sick. I think my heart broke at that point and now I wish I just knew what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;I will hold my words back for the time being. I need to allow for space....but what I want is security and open space. I don't think it is wrong to ask for those things.  But I am learning everyday and I am learning along the way. I am not famous and I don't desire that but I wonder if he would be able to have a relationship with someone who was not "someone" to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110153543064498967?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110153543064498967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110153543064498967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110153543064498967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110153543064498967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/perhaps-problem-is-that-i-want-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110046558019788176</id><published>2004-11-14T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:41:05.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The afternoon is here. I love mornings more than any other time of day. I like walking up to the chill and the breaking of light. I live in Corvallis Oregon and it never really gets shining bright during the winter but there is light versus the night which is very dark. Morning brings such promise and pleasure. By night fall one comes to realize not as much was accomplished as one desired. There is still some promise and hope in the early afternoon. I have a lot of work to do but I would rather sit around writing and drinking coffee. Wouldn't we all? Actually it wouldn't be so bad if all my course work was due in written formate rather than just craming words into my head. But those words will pay off someday, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jinx and I took another long walk today and I have an itch to go for a run in the woods. A friend of mine during my coffee stop drew me a map of a place he thinks I might like. I have been running in that particular forest before but I don't know all the trails. Maybe come December I will know them better. Some of the running trails close after  the rains start to fall because it destroys the paths.  I might try and do the Beaver Freezer this spring, this means I have a lot of progress to make. I need to do more in the physical sense. If only there were 10 more hours to the average day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I am listening to Robert Earl Keen this morning and thumbing around for just the perfect mix for a Sunday afternoon. I'll be at the computer a while and I have 9 hours of Environmental Law to read. I am tired just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110046558019788176?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110046558019788176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110046558019788176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110046558019788176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110046558019788176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/sunday-afternoon-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-110038493076730034</id><published>2004-11-13T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:39:37.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Saturday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We went for a long walk thing morning, around 6 miles or a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I cycled last night and felt great this morning and all through the walk. This must be a good sign for something. We even ran the first part of our walk and the last part. I surprised myself with the jolt of energy but most of all Jinx surprised the hell out of me in that he was roaring to pull up that hill. He is crashed now and I am cooking and doing the laundry. I should be studying but taking care of these things now will make things easier in the next few days. I have a big decision to make and well, I am still flipping the coin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-110038493076730034?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/110038493076730034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=110038493076730034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110038493076730034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/110038493076730034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/saturday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-109944567785797975</id><published>2004-11-02T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:34:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/Jinx.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/Jinx.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinx, the wonder dog. I often wonder why I kept him, just kidding&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-109944567785797975?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/109944567785797975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=109944567785797975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/109944567785797975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/109944567785797975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/jinx-wonder-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-109944532271129076</id><published>2004-11-02T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:28:42.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/640/hawaii.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/2240/320/hawaii.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Sea Turtle in Hawaii...and me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-109944532271129076?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/109944532271129076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=109944532271129076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/109944532271129076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/109944532271129076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/11/green-sea-turtle-in-hawaii.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5998071.post-107357568292157780</id><published>2004-01-08T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:33:11.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sick today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;declarative statement. I am all about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in my bed. My real bed. Or on my couch, but I loaned it to a friend and my favorite bookself. But they are being well cared for and so is Katie the dog I gave to him. Actually, maybe I didn't give her to him, maybe she chose him and it was just meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's. It really is a great movie. I feel like watching a sappy movie. A movie that will move me to tears. I don't fear any tears today. They might be a good thing. Sometimes, I feel like I need an emotional release and today is one of those days. Either I am way too hormonal. Trying to balance this out. It is one way women are given a little power to control their lives.&lt;br /&gt;So, I am feeling the need to snuggle into bed and watch old sappy movies that will make me cry. Crying is good for the soul. so is laughing but sometimes tears are what we need to shed for some reason. I know there is a biologically reason I am sure, there has be, we don't have things for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a coffee shop that is closer to my house. I won't have to drive all the way to New Orleans to get a cup. In fact I think I am going to take my tired self there. No show, just go as I am. Okay, I will change out of my pajamas. I miss my cargo pants and doc martens. I didn't bring these, because i did not want to spend my days dressed in the cloths that i love so much. i spent all last winter wearing my fleece diving tights under my cargo pants with my dock martens. it gets cold in portland and it is much warmer that way. but very unsexy??? hell no. it is damn sexy. it is what is under all the warm cloths. those days seem so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a new year, a new day and a new beginning. what will this year bring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5998071-107357568292157780?l=jinxandlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/107357568292157780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5998071&amp;postID=107357568292157780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/107357568292157780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5998071/posts/default/107357568292157780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinxandlisa.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-sick-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905523019669880961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Lw8hC78_uI4/SFrWtLi2_MI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FT1Y5-tkkUU/S220/Photo%2B22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
