<?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-3774737937728177061</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:18:23.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-4992508984134788187</id><published>2010-03-02T04:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T04:48:44.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IlmvLm6-xk/S4ztApL2O2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/T_jcjNE40iA/s1600-h/sometimes+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IlmvLm6-xk/S4ztApL2O2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/T_jcjNE40iA/s320/sometimes+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443986644895415138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... you start with nothing and build from scratch&lt;div&gt;sometimes you have everything you need and it's still not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;building yourself up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brick by brick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we stack things up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we try to go higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many blocks can we add&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before it grows too tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and starts to wobble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pure joy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of playing blocks, and stacking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only to let them all tumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and start again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dominoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neatly lined.... and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one small tap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there they go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the miniscule moment of power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your fingertip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can make it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you can destroy it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once it's tumbled crumbled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANGRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXCITED ...to start again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in each moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-4992508984134788187?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4992508984134788187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=4992508984134788187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4992508984134788187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4992508984134788187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IlmvLm6-xk/S4ztApL2O2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/T_jcjNE40iA/s72-c/sometimes+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-2997676974957457920</id><published>2009-12-23T22:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:48:13.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I'm the girl who posts like a gajillion status updates on Facebook everyday - I was really into myspace blogging for a while, that is until I realized I was too old for that bullshit and decided to join Facebook instead, now I realize I just like to write and I like to share bits and pieces of my brain mumblings with the world, I like to feel connected to people, my family and friends, I like to release my worries, fears, dreams, and hopes.... I'm going to release alot here it will not be for everyone but maybe for some and mostly for me to just be and say what I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-2997676974957457920?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2997676974957457920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=2997676974957457920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2997676974957457920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2997676974957457920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-3983522259740726713</id><published>2008-01-24T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:36:04.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Cities Most Eligible Bachelorette!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes - that will be my title when I win the Vita.mn contest I'm entered in if everyone who reads this votes for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone you know to cast a ballot for me!!!! This time of year there is enough craziness around elections and voting and candidates and nominees.... save the drama for your mama and screw the rest of em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR A DESERVING WOMAN SUCH AS MYSELF @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.vita.mn/hotties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS anyone who votes for me is invited to my big celebration at Soundbar when I win!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-3983522259740726713?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3983522259740726713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=3983522259740726713' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/3983522259740726713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/3983522259740726713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/01/twin-cities-most-eligible-bachelorette.html' title='Twin Cities Most Eligible Bachelorette!!!'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-2435300446530496710</id><published>2008-01-02T23:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:23:56.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mama's got a new lullabye</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Waitress&lt;br&gt;and maybe it's been a looooong while since I've seen a movie made for adults&lt;br&gt;but I really enjoyed it&lt;br&gt;and I've decided I want to learn how to bake pie&lt;br&gt;(anyone wanna teach me?)&lt;br&gt;and I've started practicing my pitch and tune and all that so Calvin's not scared when I try to sing my new favorite song to him.... hahaha!&lt;br&gt;anywho - my new motto is start fresh - like Joe says....&lt;br&gt;startin fresh is a good thing, specially this time of year-&lt;br&gt;and specially once I get my loan money and I can get my fat ass back into the Y!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/dontmesswithbigmama/pie.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-2435300446530496710?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2435300446530496710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=2435300446530496710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2435300446530496710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2435300446530496710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2008/01/mamas-got-new-lullabye.html' title='mama&apos;s got a new lullabye'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-396721048567746495</id><published>2007-12-19T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:37:27.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>surrender</title><content type='html'>not sure if I'm going against all the rules of bloggery by reposting someone else's words... but I just had to share!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;** ARTICLE:  Surrender to Your Dreams –By Kiernan Antares **&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us as children live with vivid imaginations, hopes and dreams of what &lt;br /&gt;we’d like to do or become when we grow up. But somewhere along the lines our &lt;br /&gt;beliefs in our dreams begin to diminish as we are told they are silly or &lt;br /&gt;unrealistic. Over time we lose sight of what once made us feel alive and our &lt;br /&gt;dreams become buried so deep under other people’s expectations of us we forget &lt;br /&gt;they even existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly even countless successful people live in this illusion. You know &lt;br /&gt;them, perhaps you are even one of them. To everyone else it appears like they &lt;br /&gt;have great jobs, earn lots of money, and it may seem like they are perfectly &lt;br /&gt;suited to their career. Yet if you ask them if they are happy they may likely &lt;br /&gt;tell you they don’t feel fulfilled in their chosen profession. An integral piece &lt;br /&gt;is missing. They have lost touch with their passions and feel out of alignment &lt;br /&gt;with their purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being disconnected from our Spirit manifests imbalances in many areas of our &lt;br /&gt;life. Chronic feelings of anger, stress, fearfulness, easily upset or emotional &lt;br /&gt;outbursts can be signs of being out of synch with your soul purpose or passion. &lt;br /&gt;Restlessness, jealousy, poor time management, procrastination, depression, and &lt;br /&gt;pushing one self too hard to achieve are other signals to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without questioning the deeper meaning in our lives many people mistakenly &lt;br /&gt;believe letting go and moving on to something else is the answer. It isn’t. That &lt;br /&gt;feeling of emptiness or disconnection will follow us wherever we go, unless we &lt;br /&gt;ask the most important fundamental questions there are. What do I want? What &lt;br /&gt;makes me feel alive? To assist you in determining the answer to these questions &lt;br /&gt;think about moments in your life when you were happiest. When what you were &lt;br /&gt;doing gave you joy and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you think you have the answer, ask it again, and again until it makes &lt;br /&gt;your pulse quicken and stirs something so deep inside you know with absolute &lt;br /&gt;certainty you can no longer live without it. Then you have touched your &lt;br /&gt;uniqueness, your purpose for being. It can be the most significant moment of &lt;br /&gt;your life. The reason for asking the questions over repeatedly is to ensure that &lt;br /&gt;you move past what your ego believes you are meant to do, discover your Truth, &lt;br /&gt;and then live it without doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that’s just the beginning of your journey for healing and &lt;br /&gt;rediscovery. For some it may mean a whole new direction in their lives, for &lt;br /&gt;others perhaps just a few minor tweaks here and there, adding their new &lt;br /&gt;perspective or level of consciousness to their existing circumstances will &lt;br /&gt;create the fulfillment necessary. Abandoning the current situation altogether &lt;br /&gt;may not be the answer. Finding the right balance is the key but in all cases it &lt;br /&gt;will take careful thought and planning to integrate these dreams throughout the &lt;br /&gt;various areas of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our quest is to connect not only to our soul but also to the world, creating a &lt;br /&gt;life of meaning. In years past, I often dreamed of disappearing to a cabin in &lt;br /&gt;the woods. Living a life separate from chaos, in peace and simplicity. But where &lt;br /&gt;would be the challenge to grow and blossom into the wonderful people we are &lt;br /&gt;meant to be? No, the answer is not hiding ourselves in solitaire but to discover &lt;br /&gt;our uniqueness, share our gifts with the world, and live a happy, limitless and &lt;br /&gt;fulfilling life. As Neale Donald Walsch says in his books Conversations with &lt;br /&gt;God, create yourself “in the next grandest version of the greatest vision ever &lt;br /&gt;you held about who you are.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this process you must learn to master the ability to listen to &lt;br /&gt;yourself first and last. Most people have gotten into the habit of listening to &lt;br /&gt;others in determining what they will do, what you like or dislike, and how you &lt;br /&gt;to respond to external factors. Checking in with yourself first is a skill that &lt;br /&gt;requires patience and time to develop as it means rewiring the way you think and &lt;br /&gt;act but it can be done with constant monitoring of how you feel physically and &lt;br /&gt;emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if it’s your soul purpose or your ego in the driver’s seat? It’s &lt;br /&gt;easy to detect but not always easy to accept and change if your ego is ruling. &lt;br /&gt;You will feel fulfilled, at peace, and joy will permeate your existence if you &lt;br /&gt;are in alignment with your Spirit. Everything you do will flow without &lt;br /&gt;resistance. The universe will support you in your endeavors and provide you with &lt;br /&gt;opportunities to heal what needs to be healed and learn the necessary skills to &lt;br /&gt;carry you forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand if fame, fortune, power, and the need for approval is &lt;br /&gt;motivating you, check in with ego and bring it in balance with your soul to &lt;br /&gt;avoid straying away from your path and coming up against unwanted struggles. &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully though, it’s not necessary to abandon your ego altogether. Janet &lt;br /&gt;Amare says it nicely in her book Soul Purpose, “The better we are able to &lt;br /&gt;harness the power of both the ego and the soul, and act on the inspiration of &lt;br /&gt;both, the closer we will be to our true purpose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much life to live. Feel the burning fires inside and give up the &lt;br /&gt;fears within. Take a chance. Surrender to your dreams and let the familiar solid &lt;br /&gt;ground beneath your feet transform into a fluid unknown force capable of letting &lt;br /&gt;you soar to unbelievable heights on the wings of Angels. Hold your dreams in &lt;br /&gt;your arms, nurture them, and don’t let them go. Your soul, your dreams and your &lt;br /&gt;purpose are the reasons you exist. Make a commitment to discover your dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Right here. Right now. There is no better time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-396721048567746495?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/396721048567746495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=396721048567746495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/396721048567746495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/396721048567746495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/12/surrender.html' title='surrender'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-4761266127711042866</id><published>2007-11-30T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:21:55.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>heart’s a flutter</title><content type='html'>We only get this chance once a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;this chance to live our dreams out&lt;br /&gt;to follow our heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;to find happiness&lt;br /&gt;The chance lasts a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;but only one&lt;br /&gt;no more - no less&lt;br /&gt;just one&lt;br /&gt;But deep within and all wrapped up in your single chance&lt;br /&gt;you have hundreds of months&lt;br /&gt;thousands of days&lt;br /&gt;millions of minutes&lt;br /&gt;in which you can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Each and every second - you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;to choose your fate&lt;br /&gt;your destiny&lt;br /&gt;the "predetermined path"&lt;br /&gt;is determined by you...&lt;br /&gt;And what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Where will you go?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let anyone stand in your path?&lt;br /&gt;Take anyone along for the ride?&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;and though we seemingly have lots&lt;br /&gt;it's speeding up on us&lt;br /&gt;and the clock tick tocks&lt;br /&gt;and my heart lies open&lt;br /&gt;stretching towards the light&lt;br /&gt;in the twinkling night sky&lt;br /&gt;as I decide to choose...........&lt;br /&gt;just what it is my heart desires&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/dontmesswithbigmama/4desire.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-4761266127711042866?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4761266127711042866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=4761266127711042866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4761266127711042866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4761266127711042866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/11/hearts-flutter.html' title='heart’s a flutter'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-6133943123075295149</id><published>2007-10-18T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:33:08.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it should be a law!!!!!</title><content type='html'>just thought I'd share a massive pet peeve of mine with ya'll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think it should be a law that all public restrooms have coat hooks in them? I mean really, chances are if you're using a public restroom in the first place you're going to be at least carrying your purse with you (well maybe this bulletin is mostly for the ladies) and we live in MN - it gets damn cold and nasty and we wear big puffy jackets that are usually hard to keep on while we're usin the pisser - and if it's raining we have an umbrelly - I mean DAMN... who wants to put their shit down of the floor of a dirty ass bathroom or try to juggle it while hovering  over the toilet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come one now public establishments - go easy on us ladies will ya!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Have a lil luv!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean geez - sometimes we don't even want our kids to touch the nasty ground in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/dontmesswithbigmama/coathook.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-6133943123075295149?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6133943123075295149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=6133943123075295149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/6133943123075295149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/6133943123075295149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-should-be-law.html' title='it should be a law!!!!!'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-5564265762019426198</id><published>2007-10-16T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:39:21.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ma thinks too hard - again.....</title><content type='html'>Current mood: contemplative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE - this one's a little lengthy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite possible that my brain may implode one day due to the many frazzled thoughts that drift in and out of my consciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the stretching and manipulating I've been doing to my head recently in school - I find my thoughts spiraling out of control at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so here I am to spew them forth again, in my traditional manner of random idiosyncratic ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been noticing lately how so much of life is interconnected.... I'm taking 5 classes now, and I can't tell you how many times I've had to stop and ask myself why they couldn't all have been combined into just one - it really would make things a lot easier on my schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my classes center around communication&lt;br /&gt;Keyboarding - I'm doing it right now to communicate to you all&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of Business Computers - well I guess computers are definitely medium of communication&lt;br /&gt;Business English - learning proper gramme will help me to communicate appropriately when I'm working in a stuffy office environment&lt;br /&gt;Interpersonal Communication - duh&lt;br /&gt;Business Culture and Communication - 'nother duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since I've mostly been doing a lot of thinking lately, I've been pondering the power of thought and what sort of affect (or is it effect?) or influence it has on communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much of what you think actually gets morphed into words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the level of importance placed on those hidden things we keep wrapped in our thoughts and how does that relate to our communication with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people often misinterpret actions or even words based on their own perception of what's going on.... in other words, their hidden thoughts and beliefs have had a great impact on their supposed reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we often grow frustrated or aggravated when our thoughts aren't considered - but how can we when they are mostly hidden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because we put so much effort forth and spend so much time on our thoughts - we unconsciously expect others to be in some way aware of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in a culture where we place a high amount of value on our individuality - I wonder what price we pay when it comes to communication when we consider this? how much communication is avoided or cut short due to the fact that who we are communicating with, because of their differences, may not be a part of the reality we have created for ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we limit ourselves so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our culture has also become highly dependent on technology as our major source of communication - cell phones, web cams and email have replaced land lines, face to face encounters and letter writing - television, iPods and Web sites have replaced plays, concerts and community meetings. Sure, a lot of the things we've essentially replaced are still around and being used by many, but the impact of them has shifted. We have grown bored and impatient with traditional modes of communication and we crave fast, impersonal, and highly visual flashes of information instead of close personal contact that seems to be too intimate and take too long - taking too much away from our busy individualistic lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today on my way home for lunch, as I'm waiting at the bus stop, I start to think.  Out of the 7 or so other people waiting in the shelter with me, at least 4 of them are on their cell phones, either texting, checking the Internet or playing games. We are all interconnected, crammed together within the shelter of the bus stop,  probably all struggling with the pressures of being in college, and yet we all stay highly distanced from each other. Not one of us thinks to say hello, or spark up a conversation. We all have our own distinct style and personality - I can tell this by the way we look, smell, act - yet we all have things in common that we could build off of with communication. I started thinking about how our culture values individuality and how if I were at a bus stop in another country maybe people would be speaking to one another instead of being glued to their cell phones. People might focus on their similarities instead of their differences. And then, as I'm riding the bus home today I noticed something else related to communication.  I was trying to manage my clumsy wheely backpack, my unbuttoned jacket and my purse - we all know how unstable a bus ride can be - so I was in a constant state of juggling trying to make sure the wheely backpack stayed upright, my purse stayed on my lap, and my unbuttoned jacket stayed wrapped snugly around my cold body. As I was gathering my things and readying myself to get off at my stop, there was a man on the bus who started chuckling and said to me that I didn't have to worry, no one was going to steal my stuff. I might add that this man was African American and most likely mistook my shuffling and reorganizing as a sign of fear and worry for the safety of my belongings, he undoubtedly misread my actions as a sign of prejudice being as he was the only person in the back of the bus with me at that time. I chuckled a bit with him and pointed out that I was in fact getting ready to get off the bus and was only trying to gather my things, and/or make sure that my backpack wouldn't go toppling over again (it did so 3 times on this ride when I momentarily let go of it) but I could tell that he had his mind made up, and my explanation to him seemed to be taken as a bit of an excuse. I was a bit taken aback by his comment, and angered a bit that he could have misinterpreted me like that. I am far from being prejudiced and hadn't had a single worry about my property. I realized that all of the unspokens can be very powerful communication methods too. I realized that in order to be truly understood, we must open ourselves up to the world around us and start communicating. Little did this man know that I was thinking deeply on this bus ride- pondering interconnection, communication, and thoughts as I surveyed my fellow riders. Trying to learn more and probe into their highly separate lives, making assumptions and assessments, just as he did to me, based on their appearance and what I thought of it all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a trip! (literally AND figuratively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm so glad to be back in school and filling my brain with things other than what everyone wants to look like and how they want to be styled - but I can also appreciate how interconnected the whole process really is - no matter how much you learn or know, it all seems to boil back down to what you look like and how you think....&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;superficiality may be the death of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-5564265762019426198?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/5564265762019426198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=5564265762019426198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/5564265762019426198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/5564265762019426198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/10/ma-thinks-too-hard-again.html' title='ma thinks too hard - again.....'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-2115077068960448926</id><published>2007-09-12T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:46:05.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>connectedness&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot about how separate I am&lt;br /&gt;I seem to forget about the connections&lt;br /&gt;it's like the 6 degrees&lt;br /&gt;of separation&lt;br /&gt;here I am on my stranded little island&lt;br /&gt;thinking I'm oh so alone&lt;br /&gt;and yet the water splashes&lt;br /&gt;splashes me wet&lt;br /&gt;and rinses me free&lt;br /&gt;water is my friend&lt;br /&gt;and I can hear the wave&lt;br /&gt;the whisper of the sea-foam&lt;br /&gt;the tragic clash of tide&lt;br /&gt;sweeping away my sandy shore&lt;br /&gt;where I once stood tall&lt;br /&gt;where I once stood with someone&lt;br /&gt;the waves have washed away&lt;br /&gt;more than my sadness&lt;br /&gt;more than my link&lt;br /&gt;more than my love&lt;br /&gt;the waves have washed away my time&lt;br /&gt;they've washed away my past&lt;br /&gt;away it has all gone, but no&lt;br /&gt;gently swaying somewhere in the sea&lt;br /&gt;the ocean keeps it safe&lt;br /&gt;the water keeps it moist&lt;br /&gt;the fish keep it company&lt;br /&gt;it's all still here&lt;br /&gt;just the same as everything ever lost&lt;br /&gt;and yet to be found&lt;br /&gt;we have all that we need&lt;br /&gt;on our island oasis&lt;br /&gt;trees for shade&lt;br /&gt;sun for vitamin&lt;br /&gt;food for thought&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why it is I feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;when everything I ever need&lt;br /&gt;or want&lt;br /&gt;is right here for me&lt;br /&gt;all I have to do is reach.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/dontmesswithbigmama/Island.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-2115077068960448926?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2115077068960448926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=2115077068960448926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2115077068960448926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2115077068960448926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/connectedness-i-think-lot-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-6395903306906258129</id><published>2007-09-11T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:16:34.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/dontmesswithbigmama/snow_bike.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cool and crisp air of fall&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it soothes my soul&lt;br /&gt;and othertimes it gives me&lt;br /&gt;brainfreeze&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way it whispers in my ear&lt;br /&gt;more like a shout really&lt;br /&gt;I need to invest in some muffs&lt;br /&gt;haha muffs for my ears that is&lt;br /&gt;earmuffs&lt;br /&gt;so's I can keep pedeling&lt;br /&gt;my ass across this almost frozen tundra&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing worse than the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;cold limbs and frozen face&lt;br /&gt;along with the strange sensation&lt;br /&gt;of sweaty bod&lt;br /&gt;you can't dress for this type of&lt;br /&gt;torture&lt;br /&gt;facemask, earmuffs, scarf&lt;br /&gt;large puffy down insulated gloves that make it difficult&lt;br /&gt;to grasp the handlebars&lt;br /&gt;legwarmers up our legs and arms&lt;br /&gt;nice warm pants that are very skinny on just the right side&lt;br /&gt;to avoid damage from being caught in the chain&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I could start pinning and rolling again&lt;br /&gt;like I did in elementary school&lt;br /&gt;bringing it back!!! aw yeah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then you need to top off the ever stylish ensemble with&lt;br /&gt;a tank top or possible tank style turtle neck&lt;br /&gt;because your torso and mainly pits&lt;br /&gt;are bound to get sweaty&lt;br /&gt;as you pedal and pedal&lt;br /&gt;fuk it....&lt;br /&gt;it's just about bus season for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the cold - it makes me crabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/dontmesswithbigmama/cold.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-6395903306906258129?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/6395903306906258129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=6395903306906258129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/6395903306906258129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/6395903306906258129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-coming_11.html' title='it&apos;s coming'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-7469016452478197865</id><published>2007-09-07T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:06:50.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;how dare I win this with lame-o mud wrestling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/7469016452478197865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/09/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-1460924024686102279</id><published>2007-08-30T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T11:36:11.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remember deep thoughts with Jack Handey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/blah.gif" align="absmiddle" /&gt; blah                                             &lt;/p&gt;                                            &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;well today I'm having a kind of a deep thoughts day....&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the full moon casting her spell of enchantment upon me&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the eclipse&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because my brain is being fondled in many ways via MCTC&lt;br /&gt;whatever the reason - today I am thinking deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I look around the computer lab I see many faces&lt;br /&gt;we are all quiet&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the tip tap tippity tap of fingers typing away&lt;br /&gt;an occasional cough or squeak of chair&lt;br /&gt;we are all here to study&lt;br /&gt;but most of us are on myspace&lt;br /&gt;searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for connections&lt;br /&gt;when we are all sitting in this room together&lt;br /&gt;not saying a damn thing to one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send you pictures and stupid bulletins&lt;br /&gt;comments&lt;br /&gt;I try to be fun and witty and involved&lt;br /&gt;and yet here I sit on the other side of the screen&lt;br /&gt;pitter pat tap type&lt;br /&gt;"Hellooooooooooo there - friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long this technical era will last?&lt;br /&gt;How far will it take us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only go so far this way before I need more&lt;br /&gt;and yet I find it easier to say things here&lt;br /&gt;my words pour forth with more ease when they are&lt;br /&gt;tapped into existence&lt;br /&gt;versus rolled off of tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done in the computer lab&lt;br /&gt;got all the info I needed off of the online&lt;br /&gt;dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I wait here for the information&lt;br /&gt;I truly need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go outside&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the rays of light&lt;br /&gt;invite my son to lunch if his father will agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go now&lt;br /&gt;and read the four chapters I must before 3pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios ami-gos and -gas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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Handey?'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-5190573817844565994</id><published>2007-08-23T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:22:45.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8:37 and I’m at the bus stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt; Current mood: damp                                             &lt;/p&gt;                                            &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;the world is a buzz&lt;br /&gt;and yet somehow I feel a fuzz&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that I love you&lt;br /&gt;and not feel coo-coo&lt;br /&gt;in the early morning dew&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;in the thick foggy haze&lt;br /&gt;I wander in this maze&lt;br /&gt;my trail's a blaze&lt;br /&gt;and the thickness settles&lt;br /&gt;just as the screeching metals&lt;br /&gt;dig and tear at the street&lt;br /&gt;within my secret early morn retreat&lt;br /&gt;I feel complete&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit - and breathe this thick morning air&lt;br /&gt;but do I dare&lt;br /&gt;coated with dew drops and faerie dusting&lt;br /&gt;and here I am wanting to be trusting&lt;br /&gt;the world is moist and wet&lt;br /&gt;clouds heavy with regret&lt;br /&gt;please dont forget&lt;br /&gt;full heavy cloud&lt;br /&gt;did I just say that aloud&lt;br /&gt;should it be kept in shroud&lt;br /&gt;but this grey damp casing&lt;br /&gt;this foggy facing&lt;br /&gt;leaves me outside&lt;br /&gt;lookin in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i184/dontmesswithbigmama/fog1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-1761061555383996818</id><published>2007-08-21T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:31:58.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is it ever enough</title><content type='html'>cataclizmicklly and rythmiclly&lt;br /&gt;the world makes sense if you really want it to&lt;br /&gt;you can find clues in the dirtiest dumpsters if you only look&lt;br /&gt;the signs point to yes if you follow them that way&lt;br /&gt;and they turn you towards disaster if you let them&lt;br /&gt;which way will you go?&lt;br /&gt;the road lies stretched ahead&lt;br /&gt;and you can go any which way you choose&lt;br /&gt;and I choose to go this way&lt;br /&gt;and then turn round back sometimes&lt;br /&gt;the object is to keep on moving&lt;br /&gt;never stop&lt;br /&gt;dont&lt;br /&gt;until you get enuff&lt;br /&gt;what's enuff&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;half full or half empty&lt;br /&gt;which way do you look it&lt;br /&gt;stare it down&lt;br /&gt;and breathe it in&lt;br /&gt;smell the wicked views of containment&lt;br /&gt;this is my home&lt;br /&gt;I live in this casing&lt;br /&gt;it's looking more withered&lt;br /&gt;and just when it should be spit shining&lt;br /&gt;gleam griming&lt;br /&gt;the way I see it&lt;br /&gt;is through glass of rose&lt;br /&gt;at times&lt;br /&gt;I see what I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I dont see what I should&lt;br /&gt;I look too closely&lt;br /&gt;I feel too deeply&lt;br /&gt;I ask nothing&lt;br /&gt;give nothing&lt;br /&gt;spare no feelings&lt;br /&gt;spare too many&lt;br /&gt;I grow tired with trivial&lt;br /&gt;the mundane makes me weep&lt;br /&gt;and the heroic efforts of others&lt;br /&gt;leave me speechless&lt;br /&gt;and grasping for more&lt;br /&gt;and somehow I keep thinking&lt;br /&gt;writing&lt;br /&gt;typing&lt;br /&gt;and what do I hope to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;a bit of release&lt;br /&gt;of what's trapped&lt;br /&gt;mostly wrapped&lt;br /&gt;in my casing&lt;br /&gt;I like to free up space every now and then&lt;br /&gt;make room for more&lt;br /&gt;mismatched discoveries&lt;br /&gt;and unlearned truths&lt;br /&gt;crafting my reality&lt;br /&gt;through trust&lt;br /&gt;and deceit&lt;br /&gt;my truth is your lie&lt;br /&gt;and your truth is my lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm running circles&lt;br /&gt;looking for an end&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;this beginning&lt;br /&gt;and middle&lt;br /&gt;this slice of possibility&lt;br /&gt;anything's possible&lt;br /&gt;but knowing what you want&lt;br /&gt;what you really want&lt;br /&gt;is harder&lt;br /&gt;want wish want wish&lt;br /&gt;need&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting by&lt;br /&gt;but could I be doing better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-1761061555383996818?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1761061555383996818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=1761061555383996818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/1761061555383996818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/1761061555383996818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-it-ever-enough.html' title='is it ever enough'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-8025916331448961087</id><published>2007-07-30T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:01:04.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bang bang you're dead</title><content type='html'>ok so maybe I'm one of those tree hugging, granola eating peace marching earth mamas&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit perplexed about kids and gunplay lately&lt;br /&gt;my son has had a recent spell of aggressive behavior that has me ultra aware of violence as a general past time for some folks - it seems to be an acceptable thing for people to engage in the viewing of violent movies, partake in the enjoyment of tremendously violent video and or computer gaming.... we've all seen testosterone spewing from a male or two in an either innocent or heartfelt display of barbaric behaviors - and lately even some females have been seen partaking in a Jerry Springer brawl or two.... is this all part of human nature?&lt;br /&gt;are we all predestined to lash out in aggressive behaviors and enjoy the viewing of violent acts?&lt;br /&gt;I understand that at a certain stage in our development we all explore the world through play&lt;br /&gt;we pretend - make believe - act out the world around us in order to make sense of it&lt;br /&gt;but is it okay to condone violence in our play?&lt;br /&gt;and say boys will be boys - sure you can have another cap gun&lt;br /&gt;sure let's wrestle around for a while and then stop when someone gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;or just say "it'll be alright &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuff guy&lt;/span&gt;" and keep on going&lt;br /&gt;the world is full of many dangerous and intriguing things&lt;br /&gt;but why do we only permit our children to engage in violence&lt;br /&gt;why not hand them a bag of sugar and say let's pretend to be coke heads for a while&lt;br /&gt;or maybe make little play-doh pipes and fill them up with play-doh hash - just for fun&lt;br /&gt;"ok Suzzie - you be the prostitute and I'll be the pimp - I know mommy has some fishnets around here and daddy has that cool hat with a feather in it"&lt;br /&gt;why are we so quick to play bang bang you're dead and hand our children toy guns&lt;br /&gt;when I'm sure that not a single one of us anxiously awaits the day they start out on their first murder spree (when they of course will only be shooting the "bad guys")&lt;br /&gt;I mean how often do you see young boys running off to play "let's go hunting" with their friends&lt;br /&gt;it's always cowboys, cops and pirates they're playing and there's always a bad guy involved&lt;br /&gt;sure we all know the world is full of good vs evil&lt;br /&gt;but why always the vs&lt;br /&gt;can't we just accept that you can't have one without the other and just get on with it&lt;br /&gt;and McDonalds - come one now....  the whole fast food world&lt;br /&gt;how many times must there be a cheapy plastic toy in my son's meal pack that is of a character from a PG-13 movie.... since when do 13+ year olds regularly consume Happy Meals?&lt;br /&gt;(I know you're all thinking what's this tree hugging hippy mama taking her kid to Micky D's for anyways - but damn even us co-op shoppers need a meal on the go sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;I may be rambling a bit here - but I'm trying to make sense of the world around me&lt;br /&gt;(I may be an adult now, but I still need help making sense of it all)&lt;br /&gt;I continually notice things we as a culture partake in and condone without really understanding&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;why do we continue to teach and practice things that are in direct parallel to what we seem to hold dear as morals and values.... or are we really lacking both as a whole&lt;br /&gt;what is it we're really doing with this world we live in&lt;br /&gt;and what kind 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Finding great &lt;a href="http://www.accuterm.com/definitions.html"&gt;life insurance rates&lt;/a&gt; online is easy and getting a &lt;a href="http://www.accuterm.com/"&gt;life insurance quote&lt;/a&gt; worth the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-8025916331448961087?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/8025916331448961087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=8025916331448961087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/8025916331448961087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/8025916331448961087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/bang-bang-youre-dead.html' title='bang bang you&apos;re dead'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-3187369933806258693</id><published>2007-07-30T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:21:42.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is purity?</title><content type='html'>the questions I ponder&lt;br /&gt;are ageless&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;timeless versions of a repeat&lt;br /&gt;each generation wonders&lt;br /&gt;each new life breathes it's potency&lt;br /&gt;where do we come from?&lt;br /&gt;where do we go when we're through?&lt;br /&gt;the spectacular cycle&lt;br /&gt;of a so called 9 month journey&lt;br /&gt;40 weeks actually and sometimes more and others less&lt;br /&gt;miraculously a new life grows&lt;br /&gt;tiny egg and sperm colliding&lt;br /&gt;the utter chances - one in a zillion or whatever it is they say&lt;br /&gt;the actuality of you being you and even coming to be&lt;br /&gt;are practically zilch&lt;br /&gt;and yet here you are&lt;br /&gt;and here am I&lt;br /&gt;and one day our life becomes another&lt;br /&gt;as we pass from one stage into another&lt;br /&gt;our bodies constantly regenerating themselves&lt;br /&gt;cells and atoms being reborn&lt;br /&gt;new heights and hairs and hours&lt;br /&gt;we grow and change and move&lt;br /&gt;through this journey&lt;br /&gt;I was child once&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly thrown - dropped - transformed&lt;br /&gt;into adult&lt;br /&gt;and families change and friends&lt;br /&gt;and we keep on going&lt;br /&gt;looking backwards and forwards&lt;br /&gt;but forever really NOW&lt;br /&gt;now is the moment that slips away so easily&lt;br /&gt;and yet it's always right there&lt;br /&gt;we look into heritage and try to trace&lt;br /&gt;our beginnings&lt;br /&gt;and if we're lucky we know the moment we caught our first breath&lt;br /&gt;in this current life vessel&lt;br /&gt;and one day this casing will wither away&lt;br /&gt;joining or is it rejoining the earth&lt;br /&gt;what will we become?&lt;br /&gt;what have we become?&lt;br /&gt;I am busy thinking&lt;br /&gt;and asking&lt;br /&gt;and daring to know&lt;br /&gt;I look around for a secret key&lt;br /&gt;a door opening into pure understanding&lt;br /&gt;and beauty beyond all belief&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a place&lt;br /&gt;and we've either all been there or are on our way&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;this place of pure&lt;br /&gt;is within&lt;br /&gt;and without&lt;br /&gt;and all around and inside&lt;br /&gt;and if you dare to look&lt;br /&gt;maybe you will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least keep looking........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-3187369933806258693?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/3187369933806258693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=3187369933806258693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/3187369933806258693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/3187369933806258693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-purity.html' title='what is purity?'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-2200571452113524038</id><published>2007-07-25T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:57:35.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore it like it's pork</title><content type='html'>in the last year I've experienced a great many things&lt;br /&gt;two of the most poignant being that&lt;br /&gt;both of my maternal grandparents have passed away&lt;br /&gt;and although I can't name or describe the place that is "away"&lt;br /&gt;I must believe that they are in a good place&lt;br /&gt;they have been one of the few&lt;br /&gt;constants in my life&lt;br /&gt;I say one - even though they were literally two, they were in fact joined as one&lt;br /&gt;because after 70 years together, you sort of start blending&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many changes in my life&lt;br /&gt;and walked many paths&lt;br /&gt;lived in 15 places&lt;br /&gt;(well 16 if you count actual moves)&lt;br /&gt;schooled in 11 places&lt;br /&gt;(13 if you count going back to a school after taking a break to attend another)&lt;br /&gt;worked in 11 places&lt;br /&gt;(16 positions if you count promotions and repeat employment)&lt;br /&gt;I have seen several people  come in and out of my life&lt;br /&gt;family is the only constant&lt;br /&gt;and even they are starting to disappear&lt;br /&gt;1 great grandmother, 2 uncles, 2 grandparents&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;countless others that came and went before and during my time&lt;br /&gt;I come from a double brood of what I like to call a yin and yang family&lt;br /&gt;polar opposites when it comes to types&lt;br /&gt;both of my parents are one of seven children&lt;br /&gt;my mother is one of five girls and two boys&lt;br /&gt;a family full of estrogen&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;my father is one of five boys and two girls&lt;br /&gt;a family full of testosterone&lt;br /&gt;and I am one of one girl from what some may call a broken family&lt;br /&gt;yet others may say is stitched together quite well&lt;br /&gt;and I am also being one of two in a blended family that could use a little stirring&lt;br /&gt;the oil and water seem quite separate&lt;br /&gt;and what is thicker&lt;br /&gt;blood or distance&lt;br /&gt;in this last year of my life I have come to many realizations&lt;br /&gt;I have done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of thinking&lt;br /&gt;soul searching&lt;br /&gt;spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;All-One&lt;br /&gt;just little old me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;I've realized I'm going to have to live with myself for quite a long time&lt;br /&gt;as far as longevity is considered&lt;br /&gt;(between the 3 people that I can say I know and remember having lived  and gone "away" &amp;amp; having gone there under natural circumstances have completed in accumulation a total of 276 years of living - so I figure I'm going to be here for quite some time)&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that the world I live in is vastly huge&lt;br /&gt;and incredibly small&lt;br /&gt;and being that I have oh so much time that is slipping away terribly fast&lt;br /&gt;I must move quickly&lt;br /&gt;and see what I can&lt;br /&gt;and do what I can&lt;br /&gt;before it is gone&lt;br /&gt;in the last year...&lt;br /&gt;I have quit smoking&lt;br /&gt;I have joined the Y&lt;br /&gt;I have enrolled in school again&lt;br /&gt;I have lost about 10 pounds&lt;br /&gt;I have grown and kept 14 plants alive&lt;br /&gt;I have also helped keep one small boy and his kitty companion alive&lt;br /&gt;I have watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;I have read several books&lt;br /&gt;I have stood on a volcano&lt;br /&gt;I have swam in my mother ocean the rawest and most powerful earth force that I know&lt;br /&gt;I have though I might go crazy&lt;br /&gt;with loneliness&lt;br /&gt;but I have survived&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long year&lt;br /&gt;and it will only get longer&lt;br /&gt;but the lifetime it grows in becomes shorter&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;and I vow to myself today&lt;br /&gt;to promise to live each day&lt;br /&gt;to it's fullest&lt;br /&gt;and grasp and appreciate&lt;br /&gt;every blissful moment of blessing&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy every small bit of LOVE-ly-ness&lt;br /&gt;I will try to find joy in each lesson&lt;br /&gt;to see truth in all understandings&lt;br /&gt;I will keep putting one foot in front of the other&lt;br /&gt;and try to trust&lt;br /&gt;that my mother&lt;br /&gt;goddess&lt;br /&gt;earth&lt;br /&gt;universal glow&lt;br /&gt;will keep me in it's circular&lt;br /&gt;pattern&lt;br /&gt;and keep on turning me&lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;until the end of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-2200571452113524038?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2200571452113524038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=2200571452113524038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2200571452113524038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2200571452113524038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/ignore-it-like-its-pork.html' title='ignore it like it&apos;s pork'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-4161158087666670658</id><published>2007-07-15T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:29:45.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>going on ninety</title><content type='html'>I can't imagine what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;I can barely watch it&lt;br /&gt;the frailness&lt;br /&gt;of an aging body&lt;br /&gt;the frailness&lt;br /&gt;of youth&lt;br /&gt;it's that in betweeness&lt;br /&gt;that imaginary&lt;br /&gt;tuffness&lt;br /&gt;we spend so much time trying to&lt;br /&gt;grow&lt;br /&gt;that once we get there&lt;br /&gt;we wonder how did it happen&lt;br /&gt;where did it go&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;to let that all go&lt;br /&gt;what do you see&lt;br /&gt;when your eyes go a wandering?&lt;br /&gt;what do they say&lt;br /&gt;when they become watered&lt;br /&gt;is it sadness or joy&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;I hold your hand close&lt;br /&gt;and love you dearly&lt;br /&gt;I think back to all the days we've spent&lt;br /&gt;all the melodies played&lt;br /&gt;and ears made happy&lt;br /&gt;I feel grateful&lt;br /&gt;and I feel sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with emotion&lt;br /&gt;beyond comprehension&lt;br /&gt;for what I do not know&lt;br /&gt;how can I understand&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you'll go&lt;br /&gt;when you do&lt;br /&gt;go&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's there waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;arms open&lt;br /&gt;wrapping you in warmth and love&lt;br /&gt;and you can feel at ease&lt;br /&gt;and peace will take over&lt;br /&gt;your pain washed away&lt;br /&gt;I will hear you when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I will hear you in your song&lt;br /&gt;when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;you'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;in my heart that is&lt;br /&gt;right where you belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-4161158087666670658?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4161158087666670658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=4161158087666670658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4161158087666670658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4161158087666670658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-on-ninety.html' title='going on ninety'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-4869896864055073068</id><published>2007-07-12T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:19:35.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>half</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure&lt;br /&gt;whether it's 1/2 full or 1/2 empty&lt;br /&gt;really it could be either&lt;br /&gt;or neither&lt;br /&gt;totally unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;like those bottles&lt;br /&gt;where when you turn them upside down to feed baby dolly&lt;br /&gt;the liquid disappears&lt;br /&gt;heading to what seems to be nowhere&lt;br /&gt;or mid-air&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;right in the middle&lt;br /&gt;like half&lt;br /&gt;(empty or full)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Libran scales should be happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm balancing perfectly equally&lt;br /&gt;between&lt;br /&gt;either&lt;br /&gt;here or there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they're not&lt;br /&gt;I feel tipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toppled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not quite sure really - whether it is that I'm half empty or half full&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-4869896864055073068?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4869896864055073068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=4869896864055073068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4869896864055073068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4869896864055073068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/half.html' title='half'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-4265194544749708434</id><published>2007-07-07T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:13:06.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>verbal debri</title><content type='html'>We live in an age of information...&lt;br /&gt;technology&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;science&lt;br /&gt;self help&lt;br /&gt;medical miracles&lt;br /&gt;metaphysics&lt;br /&gt;Our minds are well aware of oh so much&lt;br /&gt;and yet we walk around&lt;br /&gt;so blissfully ignorant&lt;br /&gt;or is it innocent?&lt;br /&gt;We take the time to&lt;br /&gt;click &amp; send&lt;br /&gt;point &amp;amp; shoot&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;who really gives a hoot?&lt;br /&gt;so, Oprah spends her loot&lt;br /&gt;and saves a few&lt;br /&gt;but are we ever really saved?&lt;br /&gt;when we go on&lt;br /&gt;day after day&lt;br /&gt;making the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;repeating history (herstory?)&lt;br /&gt;circular&lt;br /&gt;perpendicular&lt;br /&gt;perplexity&lt;br /&gt;I am left mostly dumbfounded&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;numb bounded&lt;br /&gt;I sit here knowing in my brain of all the many things I want to do...&lt;br /&gt;to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;to believe in&lt;br /&gt;and support&lt;br /&gt;and yet the vast majority of the time&lt;br /&gt;I end up sitting here going&lt;br /&gt;"what the fuk?"&lt;br /&gt;system overload....&lt;br /&gt;it's much to big to cope&lt;br /&gt;I need another toke&lt;br /&gt;Separate but equal&lt;br /&gt;or so I've heard&lt;br /&gt;we all want to top the rest&lt;br /&gt;somehow measure up...&lt;br /&gt;we need more stuff&lt;br /&gt;iPod&lt;br /&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;high def big screen&lt;br /&gt;but what is it all,  but a mere distraction&lt;br /&gt;keeping us from what?&lt;br /&gt;are we better off comfortably numb?&lt;br /&gt;or should our awareness seep into daily doings?&lt;br /&gt;should we&lt;br /&gt;RISE&lt;br /&gt;and take a stand for things we truly believe?&lt;br /&gt;or just go back to&lt;br /&gt;making sure our 7 yr old daughters have blackberries&lt;br /&gt;and skirts so short their panties show&lt;br /&gt;high heels lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;my four year old son - thinks he's grown&lt;br /&gt;and here I am 28 years old and still a big 'ole baby&lt;br /&gt;who might just maybe grow up one day&lt;br /&gt;or do we ever?&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;I see folks supposedly grown&lt;br /&gt;acting like elementary&lt;br /&gt;my dear - do we need to play these games?&lt;br /&gt;my stuff's cooler than yours&lt;br /&gt;you're not my friend anymore&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll bomb your country&lt;br /&gt;killing helps so much...&lt;br /&gt;now the world's a better place huh?&lt;br /&gt;more gravesites&lt;br /&gt;less landfills&lt;br /&gt;throw away your problems&lt;br /&gt;and let them melt away into a heap&lt;br /&gt;of recycled mush&lt;br /&gt;and then go buy some more&lt;br /&gt;so you can show off and feel better than the neighbor&lt;br /&gt;that thy's 'sposed to be luvin&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder I can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;when at times even the small joys I find in life seem to grow&lt;br /&gt;insignificant&lt;br /&gt;in the looming shadow of all the greed - evil - destruction&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; senseless acts of anger - hurt&lt;br /&gt;my heart weeps at times&lt;br /&gt;and I try to find the beauty&lt;br /&gt;hidden 'round every corner&lt;br /&gt;in each dark ally&lt;br /&gt;I grow curiouser and curioser&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;just as Alice in her land of wonder&lt;br /&gt;where will we all be&lt;br /&gt;5 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;5 days even...&lt;br /&gt;and even more unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;5 decades&lt;br /&gt;centuries?&lt;br /&gt;millions of years from now...&lt;br /&gt;if on this path we stay&lt;br /&gt;will there even be&lt;br /&gt;a We?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and does it even matter....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-4265194544749708434?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4265194544749708434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=4265194544749708434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4265194544749708434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4265194544749708434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/07/verbal-debri.html' title='verbal debri'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-4966718710244143152</id><published>2007-06-27T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T19:57:54.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Outlook</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm trying to have a new outlook on life and find and focus on the things that bring me happiness - the things that I am grateful for... sometimes this task is less than simple and really actually very hard to do - especially when life seems horrid and instead of making lemonade with your lemons you seem only to be creating  bitter yellow slime... but anyways, like I said - I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day - but I'm going to try to name 5 things that I'm grateful for everyday&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothin...&lt;br /&gt;1.  my beautiful baby boy (well he's not such a baby anymore, and sometimes his foul mood and behavior make him seem not quite beautiful - but I love him and appreciate him daily for how he helps me grow and stretch myself to new limits)&lt;br /&gt;2.  my home (even though it's somewhat of a shithole and most of the time there's some sort of drama attached to living in it - I do afterall have a place to call my own I feel lucky and blessed for that, especially when there are so many people in this world who unfortunately have much less than that)&lt;br /&gt;3.  my family (even though a lot of the time I feel completely and utterly alone in this world, I know that if I ever really needed something at least one of the 66 people I just added up in my interestingly massive clan of immediate and extended family would have my back and I'm very grateful for that - some people really do have no one, and I consider myself pretty lucky to be a part of something so large and interesting)&lt;br /&gt;4.  my strength (I've been down and out on several occasions in my life, but I always find a way to somehow muster up enough strength to get myself though it and keep on forging ahead)&lt;br /&gt;5.  the sun (I would be lost with out the light and warmth and life giving energy that the miraculous sun spreads on us all every day... thank you sun for shining down on us, even if I can barely see you through the clouds, I know you're there and helping us all grow)Everyone is emailing and &lt;a href="http://www.intermedia.net/it-professionals/hosted-exchange/hosted-exchange.asp"&gt;outsource exchange server&lt;/a&gt; is the business to be in. Not too many people &lt;a href="http://www.sua.umn.edu/groups/handbook/emailweb.php?PHPSESSID=9fbad2"&gt;understands exchange hosting&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.intermedia.net/exchange-hosting/exchange-hosting.asp"&gt;outlook exchange&lt;/a&gt;, but basically what &lt;a href="http://www.intermedia.net/"&gt;email hosting&lt;/a&gt; allows you to do is access your &lt;a href="http://www.cit.cornell.edu/email/special-mailboxes/"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; while you're on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-4966718710244143152?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/4966718710244143152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=4966718710244143152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4966718710244143152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/4966718710244143152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-outlook.html' title='New Outlook'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-2899304707310396807</id><published>2007-06-25T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:56:24.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>which is it?</title><content type='html'>Isle&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;I'll&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm just a wee bit premenstrual&lt;br /&gt;or maybe&lt;br /&gt;it's something else&lt;br /&gt;why wonder which it is&lt;br /&gt;when it could really be both&lt;br /&gt;I'm filling up fast&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;soon I'll blow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-2899304707310396807?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2899304707310396807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3774737937728177061&amp;postID=2899304707310396807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2899304707310396807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3774737937728177061/posts/default/2899304707310396807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maspeaks.blogspot.com/2007/06/which-is-it.html' title='which is it?'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-5974181760106936426</id><published>2007-06-24T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:27:06.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>needs and wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We all have addictions&lt;br /&gt;of one sort or another&lt;br /&gt;things we need&lt;br /&gt;things we want&lt;br /&gt;that keep us going&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;that keep us from stopping&lt;br /&gt;they keep us&lt;br /&gt;in a parade of charades&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;isn't the point of an addiction&lt;br /&gt;to constantly want more&lt;br /&gt;to never feel quite full&lt;br /&gt;guessing and acting&lt;br /&gt;putting on a show&lt;br /&gt;for those that don't know&lt;br /&gt;what our poison(s?) be&lt;br /&gt;riddle me this Batman...&lt;br /&gt;why is it that the physical&lt;br /&gt;rather than the verbal need&lt;br /&gt;takes over&lt;br /&gt;and we're left&lt;br /&gt;searching for clues&lt;br /&gt;and wondering&lt;br /&gt;what the pantomime&lt;br /&gt;is meant to mean&lt;br /&gt;what is it we're left to guess&lt;br /&gt;to fill&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;emptyness&lt;br /&gt;no sounds or lip movement&lt;br /&gt;only silence&lt;br /&gt;empty&lt;br /&gt;movement&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;u think&lt;br /&gt;u have&lt;br /&gt;a guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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wants'/><author><name>Ma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04580314995015257261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3774737937728177061.post-8018181471081452731</id><published>2007-06-22T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:59:50.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm new to this...</title><content type='html'>Oh joy I have a blog&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;and now what do I say?&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a little shy at first - but once you get to know me....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3774737937728177061-8018181471081452731?l=maspeaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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