<?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-17201273</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:11:40.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tease Me, Please Me, Blog Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts, a place to think, a place to share, a place to complain, but it's all mine!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-114809731660246222</id><published>2006-05-19T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T00:02:31.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a little stress therapy-My Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/gun_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/gun_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/girl%20shooting.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been feeling a little stressed out lately. I have two favorite ways to relieve the stress, but I rarely get the time to do them both often and almost never within a day of each other. Yesterday I went to my friend Marsha and got a life saving massage, if I don't go at least every six weeks then I get tension headaches due to my anatomy and the strain it puts on my neck, shoulders and upper back. As Marsha put it, she got my shoulders out of my ears. Today I also went out into the woods to shoot guns with my brother. Yes believe it or not I find shooting guns to be fun and very stress relieving. I have been shooting since I was a child and I have shot many a variety of guns. Not your typical girly activity, but I love it. I am also quite skilled at it. The next time you feel stressed out I suggest you try one of my stress relieving methods although I would not recommend that you do them at the same time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-114809731660246222?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/114809731660246222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=114809731660246222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114809731660246222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114809731660246222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-like-little-stress-therapy-my.html' title='Nothing like a little stress therapy-My Style'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-114775271618890127</id><published>2006-05-16T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:11:56.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be worried?................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/bush-binladen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/bush-binladen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/AD326650-AD24-4811-8E50-33B954D66CFF.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/AD326650-AD24-4811-8E50-33B954D66CFF.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cut and pasted the parts of interest in the article to me: Instead, the people most at risk are those who try to bridge the gap between the two cultures, those who try to broaden the scope of Islam to include ideas from other traditions, all the while critically questioning everything they learn. It is those who imbibe from both cultures and attempt to take the best from each that are most at risk, because they are seen as traitors, as collaborators, who must be eliminated. Those of us interested in genuine dialogue are quickly losing the ability to speak across cultures, bridge gaps, address legitimate grievances and support inquisitive discourse, because the arena in which that debate takes place has been commandeered by extremists on both sides, cordoned off into hostile camps, each bent on destroying the enemy they have fabricated.In other words, we should strenuously resist buying into the idea that the world is facing a clash of civilisations, no matter how many times that phrase echoes, because this is precisely what Bush and Bin Laden want us to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I think I should be worried about moving to Jordan where some terrorist attacks against Americans have been plotted and stopped and some have taken place, but if I didn't go, then the terrorists would win. I don't want to die or live in fear, but I also don't believe in the tactics of terrorism or letting it effect the world although it often does. I am not afraid of being dead, but I admittedly don't have a death wish. My biggest issue of going to work in Jordan is not that I myself might be a target of terrorism, but what my death might do to my family. That is my biggest guilt trip about going. If I had a dollar for every negative comment my friends and family have made about my decision I would now have enough money to keep me from going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-114775271618890127?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/114775271618890127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=114775271618890127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114775271618890127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114775271618890127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2006/05/should-i-be-worried.html' title='Should I be worried?................'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-114412572989584949</id><published>2006-04-03T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:42:09.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt Chronicles-Settling In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/CAI_CORD-exter-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/CAI_CORD-exter-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I arrived at Cairo International Airport at around 2am, after a delay, I was supposed to be escorted by my taxi driver Hussein out of the airport and straight to my hotel. Well there is a huge crowd that gathers outside the customs area and their are taxi and hotel drivers everywhere. I could not find Hussein and could not reach him by my cell phone because I couldn't figure out which country and area codes to use or leave off. I finally got someone to call him, after I bought a phone card for the pay phone. I could not figure out how to use the card or the phone since everything was in Arabic. Hussein was supposed to be the nephew of a very reliable driver of my friend. The friend's driver was already booked during my time in Cairo. Hussein drove me to my hotel in Dokki, but charged me way more than what he should have and what I was told he would, that was just the first of many problems with Hussein. I got to my hotel room around 3:30 in the morning all I wanted to do was sleep in a nice comfortable bed after 29 hours of travel. Well the room was not so nice and 3 stars in Egypt is not like 3 stars in the USA. My room had two twin beds and the decor was old and dingy. There was no heat and it was around 50 degrees. I put on several layers of clothes pushed the twin beds together, tightened the strings on my hoodie and quickly fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning I really wanted and needed a shower, the only freshening done in two days was brushing my teeth and doing spot cleaning with baby wipes in an airplane or airport bathroom. Well the shower was not the cleanest, but not filthy. I had almost no water pressure and no hot water. I was not very pleased, remember it was in the fifties, so I was very cold. I was booked there for 3 days, but I only stayed one night, it was called the Concorde Hotel. But bad shower was only the first of my problems in the hotel, I had scheduled a full body waxing...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-114412572989584949?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/114412572989584949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=114412572989584949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114412572989584949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114412572989584949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2006/04/egypt-chronicles-settling-in.html' title='Egypt Chronicles-Settling In'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-114161603018329648</id><published>2006-03-05T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:33:50.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt Chronicles-International Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/2----airplane-window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/2----airplane-window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set off on my Journey to Egypt I had not flown in several years. The only time I had flown outside of the USA was when I went to Morelia, Mexico. On the Mexico trip I did not have to change planes in a foreign country and this airport was fairly small, so customs was a breeze. I was nervous about flying to Egypt and have to switch planes so many times in different countries. I flew to Memphis, then to Amsterdam, and finally Cairo. The trip home was not so simple (the price you pay for cheap tickets). I flew Cairo to Athens, Athens to Paris, Paris to Detroit and then my home town. I slept a lot on the flight to Amsterdam, but it wasn't ever a deep long sleep. KLM Royal Dutch airlines has good food, to my surprise. They also had individual tv monitors in the headrests where you could watch a map with the flight progress and it would tell you all kinds of interesting things like altitude, outside air temperature, etc., you could also play music or watch movies and tv programs. I had an 8 hour layover in Amsterdam, and it was a decent airport. I browsed the souvenir shops, ate at McDonalds, watch it snow outside, and then from exhaustion from the long flight across the Atlantic Ocean, I took a nap. Now I swore that I would never sleep in an airport where I could be robbed in my sleep or miss my flight, but my body won. I found a strange configuration of plastic covered chairs near the neon sign that flashes hello in many different languages. The chairs form a circle, but there are metal arm rests in between. I pulled out my travel memory foam pillow and slept on it and my backpack for safe keeping. I curled my feet around the armrest and rested them on the next chair (all connected). I also set the alarm on my cell phone so I would not miss my flight. I did not get very long naps, I woke up every few minutes with all the noises and announcements inside an airport. After awhile there was another man napping several seat away from me (later I saw him boarding my flight to Cairo, so he had a long wait also). A while later there was an Indian couple sleeping in the last few seats, it seems everyone who passed by me wanted to join me in sleeping. The flight to Cairo seemed to last forever because I was tired, excited and nervous of the unknown adventures that awaited me. At long last I arrived in Cairo. Clearing customs was easy, but finding my taxi driver was not so easy...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-114161603018329648?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/114161603018329648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=114161603018329648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114161603018329648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/114161603018329648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2006/03/egypt-chronicles-international-flying.html' title='Egypt Chronicles-International Flying'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113987558342252092</id><published>2006-02-13T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:06:23.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/amman_panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/amman_panorama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an international teaching job fair this past weekend in Boston, Massachusetts. I just got home today (Monday) because I was a victim of the 2006 Blizzard and my flights home on Sunday were cancelled. Anyway I have chosen a fork in the road of my life, which will be a major life change. I took a job for next school year, beginning in August in Amman, Jordan. I did 9 interviews in two days, and I could have had many more interviews, but I limited myself seeing as this was my first time at one of these job fairs (some people make a life long career of it). I ended up with 4 job offers: 2 in Dubai, United Arab Emirites, one in Cairo, Egypt, and of course the one I accepted. Wish me luck! I am both excited and nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113987558342252092?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113987558342252092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113987558342252092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113987558342252092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113987558342252092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2006/02/international-teaching.html' title='International Teaching'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113936970893685524</id><published>2006-02-07T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:35:08.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going International</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/opportunities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/opportunities.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I have not posted in so long, but I have two very big projects going on in my life right now. I do promise I am going to tell the story of my journey to Egypt, but not until I finish my ongoing projects. I leave on Thursday morning for Boston. I am going to an international teaching job fair, where I will be lobbying schools for a job overseas. Why? Most people ask me. Well the truth is I have always wanted to see the world and not just all the tourist sites, but I really want to see how other people live their normal lives. I also have also felt the need for an adventure for several years now. Since I am single and don't have any children for now, I say why not go for it. It is a very hard decision to make, I don't want to be far away from my family and their is always the fear of the unknown and a lot of my friends and family think it is just crazy to go to different countries alone, but what is a girl to do if none of her friends or family will ever accept the invitation to go along with her? So I figure if I get a job offer from one of the schools I am interested in then it is meant to be, and if not, then it is not meant to be and I will be stuck where I am, which I am happy in my job and home, just a little bored. So wish me luck and pray that I make the right decisions in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113936970893685524?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113936970893685524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113936970893685524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113936970893685524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113936970893685524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2006/02/going-international.html' title='Going International'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113780316333530413</id><published>2006-01-20T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:26:03.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Egypt (BFE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/Egypt%20Winter%2005-06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/Egypt%20Winter%2005-06%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made it back from Egypt unscathed. I had a rough first few days, but the rest was smooth sailing. I learned so much about the world and myself. I gained a plethora of life experiences and I am so glad I made the journey alone. Sure it would have been fun to have some companions along for the ride, but then things always happen for a reason and I wouldn't change my trip at all. I now feel like there is nothing I can't accomplish. I will post more messages soon detailing my travels. Stay tuned for installments of Adventures in Egypt! I took the photo by the way.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. How have you changed the world today? :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113780316333530413?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113780316333530413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113780316333530413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113780316333530413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113780316333530413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-from-egypt-bfe.html' title='Back From Egypt (BFE)'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113517218852372021</id><published>2005-12-21T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:36:28.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFE or Bust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/pyramid%20ride%20sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/pyramid%20ride%20sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my last entry until after the new year because I am going to be busy visiting relatives, celebrating Christmas, and GOING TO EGYPT!!! Yes after more than 5 years of really wanting to go see Egypt I am finally going to make it there. I won't actually be in BFE (Bum Fuck Egypt, as the saying goes) but I thought it made for a cute title. Well actually I am going horseback riding in a little village, so maybe I will see BFE briefly. Many of my friends and family are worried about me traveling half way around the world to a third world country that has been hit with terrorism lately and I appreciate there concern. I am also thankful to have some very supportive friends and family who know what it is like to seek adventure, follow your dreams and not let the terrorists win! See you when I get back, or if I die then you will see me in your dreams and dancing along the light of day!!!  If I die, be sure to share my blog with my family, they haven't read it yet.  I will share stories and pictures when I return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113517218852372021?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113517218852372021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113517218852372021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113517218852372021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113517218852372021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/12/bfe-or-bust.html' title='BFE or Bust!'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113424524636263940</id><published>2005-12-10T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T15:07:26.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/Happy%20Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/Happy%20Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been so busy, I haven't gotten around to posting in a very long time. Thanksgiving in my favorite holiday and this year it was my responsibility to cook the meal. I was lucky we even got the chance to have a meal this year. The majority of my family work somewhere within the medical profession and so many times they have to work on the holidays. Since everyone was working long shifts on thanksgiving or the day prior to it. That left me to be in charge. I finally learned how to cook a turkey at the age of 30. I have only started to feel like a true adult the last couple of years of my life because my family often make me feel like a child, whether they are aware of that fact or not. Any way, I found out that Thanksgiving dinner does not have to be a huge production and source of stress as some people make it out to be. I think that a huge gathering might cause some of that, but whatever the reason I vow to never let that happen to me. I don't think Thanksgiving was meant to be or should be a burden. I observed too much production, stress, and all day labor and hunger through my &lt;strong&gt;former&lt;/strong&gt; stepfamilies Thanksgiving and Christmas meals. My family and I had a nice dinner minus my brother, he was working and I missed him a lot. He is a good cook and I hope he will be at my side helping next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113424524636263940?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113424524636263940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113424524636263940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113424524636263940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113424524636263940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113128268310497982</id><published>2005-11-06T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T11:50:16.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Were You Doing 10, 5, and 1 Year Ago?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/The-Persistence-of-Memory--B10019244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/The-Persistence-of-Memory--B10019244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose for this piece a picture of the painting P&lt;em&gt;ersistence of Memory&lt;/em&gt; by Salvador Dali. I always loved this painting perhaps because pondering old memories is one of my favorite things to do. I would even say I have an unhealthy habit of hanging on to the past. So today I will write down what I was doing 10, 5, and 1 years ago. 10 years ago would have been November of 1995, I was in my second year of college at EKU enjoying my freedom from my parents and learning to be an adult. However, I was also in the middle of my 5 year run of Dating Tommy, what a waste of my prime dating time. 5 years ago would have been 2000 and I was gladly dating no one at the time because I needed a long break after constantly dating someone all the time from the age of 16-23 (none of them were good choices). I was finally living in the city again after living in the armpit of the country for my first career job. I had a rocky year with my dad the year before, and we were finally on the road to patching things up because I was so messed up in the head and a real bitch, I thought the world owed me something for having a bad life. 1 year ago I was in my last year of graduate school (I had been going part-time for several years). I was feeling very successful at my job because I had just made the decision to take on a slightly new position, the one my graduate degree would qualify me for. I was also worried about my boyfriend Walid, who had gone back to Egypt to be with his dying father. I was missing him terribly, trying to help him through watching his dad suffer, and wondering if he would come back to the USA. Please click on the comment section and share what you were doing 10, 5, and 1 year ago, it should be interesting to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113128268310497982?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113128268310497982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113128268310497982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113128268310497982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113128268310497982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-were-you-doing-10-5-and-1-year.html' title='What Were You Doing 10, 5, and 1 Year Ago?'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113098368024805123</id><published>2005-11-02T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:06:56.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/the-power-of-prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/the-power-of-prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday someone answered the biggest prayer of my life so far and they changed my world! I thank God for answered prayers. What is your prayer for today? What important prayer has been answered for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113098368024805123?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113098368024805123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113098368024805123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113098368024805123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113098368024805123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/11/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered Prayers'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-113000687563790397</id><published>2005-10-22T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:55:08.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your State Motto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/usa%20map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/usa%20map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your State motto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alabama Hell Yes, We Have Electricity.&lt;br /&gt;Alaska 11,623 Eskimos Can't Be Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;Arizona But It's A Dry Heat.&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas Literacy Ain't Everything.&lt;br /&gt;California By 30, Our Women Have More Plastic Than Your Honda.&lt;br /&gt;Colorado If You Don't Ski, Don't Bother.&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut Like Massachusetts, Only The Kennedys Don't Own It Yet.&lt;br /&gt;Delaware We Really Do Like The Chemicals In Our Water.&lt;br /&gt;Florida Ask Us About Our Grandkids And Our Voting Skills.&lt;br /&gt;Georgia We Put The Fun In Fundamentalist Extremism.&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii Haka Tiki Mou Sha'ami Leeki Toru (Death To Mainland Scum,Leave Your Money).&lt;br /&gt;Idaho More Than Just Potatoes...Well, Okay, We're Not, But The Potatoes Sure Are Real Good&lt;br /&gt;Illinois Please, Don't Pronounce the "S"&lt;br /&gt;Indiana 2 Billion Years Tidal Wave Free&lt;br /&gt;Iowa We Do Amazing Things With Corn&lt;br /&gt;Kansas First Of The Rectangle States&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Five Million People; Fifteen Last Names&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana We're Not ALL Drunk Cajun Wackos,But That's Our Tourism Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;Maine We're Really Cold, But We Have Cheap Lobster&lt;br /&gt;Maryland If You Can Dream It, We Can Tax It&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts Our Taxes Are Lower Than Sweden's And Our Senators Are More Corrupt! Michigan First Line Of Defense From The Canadians&lt;br /&gt;Minnesota 10,000 Lakes...And 10,000,000,000,000 Mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi Come And Feel Better About Your Own State&lt;br /&gt;Missouri Your Federal Flood Relief Tax Dollars At Work&lt;br /&gt;Montana Land Of The Big Sky, The Unabomber, Right-wing Crazies,and Honest Elections!Nebraska Ask About Our State Motto Contest&lt;br /&gt;Nevada Hookers and Poker!&lt;br /&gt;New Hampshire Go Away And Leave Us Alone&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey You Want A ##$%##! Motto?I Got Yer ##$%##! MottoRight here!&lt;br /&gt;New Mexico Lizards Make Excellent Pets&lt;br /&gt;New York You Have The Right To Remain Silent,You Have The RightTo An Attorney...And No Right To Self Defense!&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina Tobacco Is A Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;North Dakota We Really Are One Of The 50 States!&lt;br /&gt;Ohio At Least We're Not Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma Like The Play, But No Singing&lt;br /&gt;Oregon Spotted Owl...It's What's For Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania Cook With Coal&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island We're Not REALLY An Island&lt;br /&gt;South Carolina Remember The Civil War?Well, We Didn't Actually Surrender Yet&lt;br /&gt;South Dakota Closer Than North Dakota&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee Home of the Al Gore Invention Museum.&lt;br /&gt;Texas Se Hablo Ingles&lt;br /&gt;Utah Our Jesus Is Better Than Your Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Vermont Ay, Yep&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Who Says Government Stiffs And Slackjaw Yokels Don't Mix?&lt;br /&gt;Washington Our Governor can out-fraud your Governor!&lt;br /&gt;West Virginia One Big Happy Family...Really!&lt;br /&gt;Wisconsin Come Cut The Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;Wyoming Where Men Are Men... And The Sheep Are Scared&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The District of Columbia The Work-Free Drug Place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-113000687563790397?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113000687563790397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=113000687563790397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113000687563790397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/113000687563790397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-your-state-motto.html' title='What&apos;s Your State Motto?'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112986500442393510</id><published>2005-10-20T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:23:24.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions Game #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/questions1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/questions1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 If you had to give up one of your five senses: sight, touch, taste, smell, or hearing, which one would it be and why? &lt;br /&gt;    I would want to lose my sense of taste, I don't like the way most things taste anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  If you could give up one bad habit that you have, which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;      I would stop cursing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112986500442393510?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112986500442393510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112986500442393510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112986500442393510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112986500442393510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/questions-game-2.html' title='Questions Game #2'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112942645687128435</id><published>2005-10-15T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:35:09.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Question that Everyone Should Ask Themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/Superman-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/Superman-earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of town for a long four day weekend to help my friend Michael move into his new house. This was an exhausting two day process, but I enjoyed spending time with him again (we used to teach together). To thank me and the other people who helped him, Michael and his wife took us out for dinner. At the dinner table, he asked each of us to tell the worst part of our day and then he asked us all to share with each other "How did we change the world today?" I had never been asked this question before. I thought is was a very interesting question. He went on to explain that he asked himself and his wife that question everyday to motivate him in his daily activities. I think that I will now make it a practice in my life to do the same. I will wake up each morning and ask myself "How will you change the world today?" I think this will make me have more of a goal, direction, and positive influence on my life. So, now I ask you the same question, "How did you change the world today?" Post your replies in the comments section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112942645687128435?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112942645687128435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112942645687128435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112942645687128435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112942645687128435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/daily-question-that-everyone-should.html' title='Daily Question that Everyone Should Ask Themselves'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112879314097400898</id><published>2005-10-08T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:57:50.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Bans?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/fuck-off-anti-smokers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/fuck-off-anti-smokers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Readers! The city I live in passed a smoking ban about a year and a half ago. That means that no one can smoke in public buildings. This means court houses, restaurants, bars, night clubs, etc. I personally think it was a great idea because I can now go out with my friends and not worry about having to go home early due to my allergies to smoke. Before I would excuse myself a couple of hours after we got to a smoke filled enviroment because my nose was stuffed up and I could no longer breath, my eyes would hurt and water so badly that my makeup would run down my face and I looked terrible. Many smokers were very upset and fought very hard against this ban. At first many people were still smoking in these places because the owners allowed them too because the ban only gave them a small fine if they were caught breaking it. Now they passed some kind of harsher punishment for repeat offender establishments and it is more widely enforced. I can now enjoy going out with my friends, I think it is the most wonderful thing. I knew some smokers who were very pissed off about this, but have recently contacted me saying they have quit smoking, which is wonderful. I have no problem with people who want to smoke, it is there life and this is a free country. I just don't think I should be forced to endure there habits when I pay money to go somewhere. So I don't buy the arguement they they can smoke if they want. Be my guest, but go outside, or do it in your home, etc. I think smoking is a terrible addiction for many, because they often say they can't quit, but wish they could, I will include a recent part of a chat I had with a friend below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fairydustheaven:&lt;/strong&gt; why do you work so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1255 11145:&lt;/strong&gt; coz i have to stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fairydustheaven:&lt;/strong&gt; i work to stay alive, but i don't work as much as youfairydustheaven: i did for awhile when I was getting my second degree, to pay for school, but it sucked really bad and I wasn't a happy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1255 11145:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have to eat and smoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fairydustheaven:&lt;/strong&gt; i have decided life is too short and I should enjoy some of it, while i am young and happyfairydustheaven: give up smoking, it would be better for money and for your &lt;strong&gt;health1255 11145:&lt;em&gt; yes but i cant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what do my readers think of smoking and smoking bans?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112879314097400898?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112879314097400898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112879314097400898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112879314097400898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112879314097400898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/smoking-bans.html' title='Smoking Bans?'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112874026748798647</id><published>2005-10-07T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:46:44.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Game #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/questions.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/questions.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so here is a new fun periodic segment of my blog where I pose some interesting and thought provoking questions! I will answer my own questions a either at the time of posting or a few days later (so I don't influence anyone else's answers) and I hope you post your own answers in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could have chosen your own first name other than the one you have, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could seduce one person that you knew in your life (but didn't), who would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112874026748798647?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112874026748798647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112874026748798647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112874026748798647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112874026748798647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/question-game-1.html' title='Question Game #1'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112872201880986263</id><published>2005-10-07T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:23:46.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong with  a Little Color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/Multicultural_Kid_Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/Multicultural_Kid_Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with children a lot and whenever I have them do a project where they need to make a picture they always color the people in the picture "white." Now most of the children I work with come from all over the world: Albania, Bosnia, Kosovo, Jordan, Egypt, Congo, Liberia, Ivory Coast, Philippines, Vietnam, Mexico, Guatemala, Russia, etc. You get the idea. When I show them pictures or read them stories I am always careful to choose materials that show many different ethnicities and cultures. So why then do these children always choose to make a person with blonde hair and white skin? Does anyone else see something wrong with this? Today, I had had enough when I watched a group consisting of 3 Latino children and 1 African child start to illustrate a story with pictures of "white children" I asked them why they always did this and most of them didn't have an answer, one girl said she just liked blonde hair. I had limited success, one boy finally made his character Latino with black hair, brown skin, and gave the child in the picture the name of his little brother. Should I be concerned that these children have this kind of mindset, or am I making too big of an issue out of it? I just worry that in their mind, their self image is inferior, which I do not like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112872201880986263?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112872201880986263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112872201880986263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112872201880986263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112872201880986263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-wrong-with-little-color.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong with  a Little Color?'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112846040263828915</id><published>2005-10-04T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:16:21.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Mental Health Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/crazyman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/crazyman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my profession we sometimes take what we affectionately call "Mental Health Days." A mental health day is when you use a sick day at work, not because you are physically ill, but because you are in serious danger of becoming mentally ill or in some cases you have already temporarily lost your mind. Please note that it is not because of your own actions that you are in danger of becoming mentally ill, but because of the people you work with, your clients, and their families. A mental heath day or days, will bring you back to your normal self very quickly. There are several tips that you can follow to have a very productive mental health day. 1) sleep extra long well into the day if you choose. 2)Get out of town, go visit a relative or friend you haven't seen in awhile, but dearly love. 3)Go to the movies. 4)Catch up on the many errands you didn't get finished over the weekend or will have to do the rest of the week, so that you can actually enjoy your free time. 4)Go hiking in the woods. 5)Go for a walk or a picnic in a park somewhere. 6)Get your friend, or boy/girlfriend to skip work with you and enjoy a mental health day together! Have you taken a good mental health day recently? I recommend a good one be taken every 3-4 months or more often as needed unless you are careless with them and run the risk of losing your job over absences. What do you think about mental health days? Do you ever take them? Do you have any of your own tips for using a mental health day to it's fullest potential?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112846040263828915?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112846040263828915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112846040263828915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112846040263828915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112846040263828915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-god-for-mental-health-days.html' title='Thank God for Mental Health Days!'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112846422678759930</id><published>2005-10-04T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:46:16.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/_12916_saudi-woman-7-3-2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/_12916_saudi-woman-7-3-2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/nyt_burka_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am driving through the parking lot of Meijer on Sunday when I notice a woman wearing a long black burka and the only thing I can see is her eyes. You couldn't help but notice her because we have very few Muslims in this city and even less who where burkas, most were hijab and some don't cover up at all. Obviously we are in America and this woman is free to wear whatever she wants (not that her husband might let her have it behind closed doors if she chose not to cover up). But whether the woman chooses to cover up because she is a devout Muslim and wants to be modest or if her husband makes her dress that way, it was still 88 degrees outside and very hot for October. Her husband was walking with her and do you know what he was wearing........A white cotton t-shirt. If his wife is going to be respectful of his reputation and where a long hot burka I think the LEAST he could do is cover himself up a little bit more out of respect for his wife's suffering. Now I have nothing against most Muslims, but I often have questions out of pure curiosity and there there are things that I just down right do not agree with. I am however very open minded and willing to listen to other peoples' opinions even if they are different than mine. So please if you have anything to enlighten me on this subject matter then please do, or just a comment please post it. I don't want any random anti-Muslim comments. Only comments with your thoughts and opinions on my topic. This is not a Muslim bashing forum. Don't worry at some point in time I will probably offend all religions and races, including my own people. I just believe in exposing and discussing all that is good and bad, different, or interesting within a culture. Don't worry I have several Muslim friends and even dated one for 3 and 1/2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112846422678759930?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112846422678759930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112846422678759930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112846422678759930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112846422678759930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/respect.html' title='Respect?'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112827659644473614</id><published>2005-10-02T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:09:56.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn or Fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/Autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/Autumn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The weather here has been getting a little cooler, FINALLY!  I love all of the seasons: winter, spring, summer, and fall.  I usually use the word fall when I describe this season, but I think autumn is a much more unique and proper sounding name.  I don't hear many people use this word anymore.  Is this just because it is an old fashioned word, or is it just the region of the country that I live in?  I would appreciate other peoples comments on this question.  As I said before I do love all of the seasons and usually by the end of one season I am ready for the next one.  I get so excited at the first signs of a new seasons and then by the end of it, I am so glad it is over----talk about being impatient.  Today I will share with whoever is willing to read what I love about the fall season.  The temperature are not to hot and not too cold. The colors of the leaves changing on all the trees to yellow, orange, red, brown, etc.  make the outdoors so lovely, especially out in the country or up in the mountains.  I love to take long walks in my neighborhood and especially out in the woods somewhere during the fall.  Hiking in the mountains in the fall is something else.  Maybe I will have to hike up to Natural Bridge soon!  One more thing, I love Halloween night when all the children trick-or-treat.  There is such joy in there eyes and the air is crisp and clean, I love hearing their little feet crunch all the fallen leaves.  Oh the good old days of raking a pile of leaves in the yard and jumping into them!  Do the kids do that anymore?  Do they even play outside that much anymore.  One thing I don't like is that the days get shorter and there is less daylight.  What are your favorite things about the fall season?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112827659644473614?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112827659644473614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112827659644473614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112827659644473614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112827659644473614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/autumn-or-fall.html' title='Autumn or Fall?'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112795550638567431</id><published>2005-09-28T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:13:40.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There out to get me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/Guns-Roses_Appetite-L2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/Guns-Roses_Appetite-L1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever feel like everyone was out to get you? Not because you are paranoid, but because it seems that on the same day several people just decide that it is "shit on you day." That happened to me yesterday and I was so pissed off by the time I left work that all I wanted to do was feel like someone new how I was feeling and really felt it with me. I kept my cool at work because I am the every loving and sweet person there. When I got in my car I was trying to find my old staple "I'm in a rage" song, Pantera's "Fucking Hostile" which I think is pretty self expanatory. I couldn't find it, so I opted for the next best thing: Guns N' Roses' "Out Ta Get Me." It brought back memories of mostly bad days in my teenage years, but some of the best days of my life too. You see I have an ex-stepmother who treated me like garbage and ruined my life way into adulthood by the things she did and the lasting scars it left on me. I used to listen to the whole Appetite for Destruction tape and especially the song "Out Ta Get Me" as my refuge and way to cope. Even way back then when I was 13 or 14 it really helped me feel that at least someone, somewhere (Axl Rose) understood exactly what I was going through. Of course I had to hide that tape from my stepmother at the time because she was one of those bible thumping lunatics that preached all the time (literally for hours, as she treated you worse than a criminal, verbally and physically, when you hadn't done anything worse then speak an opinion about something she disagreed with) and at the same time she was preaching all this, she was turning herself into a hypocrite. Now don't get me wrong, I don't mind church goers or believers in God, I am deeply spiritual, but this woman at the time really turned me off to the whole church thing, by her "lovely" examples. So my point is that the one lyric in the song that says, "They push me in a corner just to get me to fight, They preach and yell, and fight all night," really spoke to me at the time. Who would have thought Axl Rose was some young teenagers saving grace from killing herself, some folks would never believe that just reading the lyrics of all the songs, looking at the cover art, and the image of the band, but it is the truth. And to think that many church groups really raised hell over the images that album evoked. Most would have said that I would have turned out to be on drugs, with no job, and no future or morals. Now I am successful in my job and I just completed my Masters Degree, never was addicted to drugs and never had any children out of wedlock or ended up pregnant. Karma is an interesting thing, that woman who my dad divorced and I hadn't spoken to in over a decade recently got hired where I work. She has no authority over me anymore, and wanted desperately to speak to me or have a relationship with me, but I and my boss won't allow it. She has to play by my rules because I am well established at my job and she has no experience. Everyone is complaining about her, she has pissed tons of people off, and she tried to chase around and corner someone else over something she didn't like, and got reported to the boss. Ha Ha, it gives you lots to think about doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:  &lt;br /&gt;Out Ta Get Me lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Been hidin' out&lt;br /&gt;And layin' low&lt;br /&gt;It's nothin' new ta me&lt;br /&gt;Well you can always find&lt;br /&gt;a place to go&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your sanity&lt;br /&gt;They break down the doors&lt;br /&gt;And they rape my rights but&lt;br /&gt;They won't touch me&lt;br /&gt;They scream and yell&lt;br /&gt;And fight all night&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me&lt;br /&gt;I lose my head&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;They won't touch me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got somethin'&lt;br /&gt;I been buildin' up inside&lt;br /&gt;For so fuckin' long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're out ta get me&lt;br /&gt;They won't catch me&lt;br /&gt;I'm innocent&lt;br /&gt;They won't break me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's easy to forget where you're goin'&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's harder to leave&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you think you know just what you're doin'&lt;br /&gt;That's when your troubles exceed&lt;br /&gt;They push me in a corner&lt;br /&gt;Just to get me to fight but&lt;br /&gt;They won't touch me&lt;br /&gt;They preach and yell&lt;br /&gt;And fight all night&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me&lt;br /&gt;I lose my head&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;They won't touch me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got somethin'&lt;br /&gt;I been buildin' up inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people got a chip on their shoulder&lt;br /&gt;An some would say it was me&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't buy that fifth of whisky&lt;br /&gt;That you gave me&lt;br /&gt;So I'd be quick to disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're out to get me&lt;br /&gt;They won't catch me&lt;br /&gt;I'm innocent&lt;br /&gt;So you can&lt;br /&gt;Suck me&lt;br /&gt;Take that one to heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112795550638567431?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112795550638567431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112795550638567431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112795550638567431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112795550638567431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-out-to-get-me.html' title='There out to get me!'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17201273.post-112786411156535049</id><published>2005-09-27T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:35:11.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/1600/yourdirection1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5577/1652/320/yourdirection.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I the only 30 year-old who wonders if my life has taken me down the right path? There are parts of my life that I have loved and parts I have hated. Some things happened to me by choice and other things I had no choice in. Some days I look at where I am in my life and I say, "Job well done." Some days I am depressed beyond belief about where I am in life's journey. I am not young and not old. I ponder how to get and change the things I feel I need to. I also think about big decisions to come as I choose a fork in the road to go down. I look to my friends and family to help me, but they don't know everything inside my mind and they can only tell me what they think is best for me. Do I take the daring road that may hinder the progress towards marriage and a family that I so desperately seek, or do I take the boring secure road that may or may not lead to a family. I fear if I do not take the daring path I may always regret not doing it, when I was single, still young enough and had the chance. Life is too short and you never know when yours will be up. Decisions, Decisions, what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17201273-112786411156535049?l=paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112786411156535049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17201273&amp;postID=112786411156535049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112786411156535049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17201273/posts/default/112786411156535049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paradiseinmymind.blogspot.com/2005/09/am-i-only-one.html' title='Am I the only one?'/><author><name>FairyDust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01795658004258108674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/189/1716/320/fairy_moon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
