<?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-5646755851060987508</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:37:08.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.every  day is a new day.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>erica</name><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-1266778610843620928</id><published>2008-11-16T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:44:47.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKiOaOIMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZUDnUJe-_PI/s1600-h/100_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKiOaOIMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZUDnUJe-_PI/s320/100_3998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293515867562178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Among the many amazing things that happen at Isaiah's school, and more specifically in his class, are project nights.  Every six weeks or so the kids (and their amazing teachers) host a unit celebration that showcases the work they've done during each unit.  This unit's theme was fairy tales and government.  They explored a million and one different fairy tales in a million and one creative ways.  They had a visit from Donna Frye in their classroom, they held their own class name election, and they learned about so many different things that were all some way or another tied into the theme of fairy tales and government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKjAOV38I/AAAAAAAAAWs/xMvxQfXo3OU/s1600-h/100_4002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKjAOV38I/AAAAAAAAAWs/xMvxQfXo3OU/s320/100_4002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293529239510978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isaiah decided to do his project on comparing the three houses of the three little pigs.  He wrote how-to books about building each house and he actually built a diorama of each house, set them up, and turned on a fan to simulate the big bad wolf's breath!  He was so very proud of his work, and I have to say I was thoroughly impressed with how far he has come since the first project time last year.  He also played the narrator in one of the student-written plays of the night, which for Isaiah is huge since reading in itself is something he is just starting to love and reading that much to a whole audience of people was definitely something new for him.  He was amazing though and I couldn't have been more proud!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All About My Project:  I did this project because I thought a project like this would be interesting because you are comparing houses!  I like the straw houses because it's fun to make.  I like the stick house because it is hard.  I like the brick house because it is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKitVwfdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/A4EkLoJiDzQ/s1600-h/100_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKitVwfdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/A4EkLoJiDzQ/s320/100_3999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293524170341842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Build a House of Straw:  First go on a trale and loc around and try to see som straw.  and if you see som straw then tack it.  So build the house strg or the wolf wel bloe it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKw9yhgOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Heu8_-IbzuQ/s1600-h/100_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKw9yhgOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Heu8_-IbzuQ/s320/100_4005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293769104130274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Build a House of Sticks:  Go on a tral and pick up sum twigs and mac a house but you have to mac it strog so the wolf wont blow it down.  Huf puf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKwpwyFnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/m6DmQ7QHLrg/s1600-h/100_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKwpwyFnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/m6DmQ7QHLrg/s320/100_4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293763728119410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How To Build a House of Bricks:  go to a town and asc for some bricks.  asck for some bricks then ask for some morter.  Yous the morter to past the bricks and past them together.  When you put the bricks together you put them like this.  Mack a house out of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKwGglqnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2gQu8BFygpE/s1600-h/100_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKwGglqnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/2gQu8BFygpE/s320/100_4003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293754264955506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, turn on the fan!!  I think the only disapointment of the night was that none of the houses actually blew down.  The straw house blew off the table, which I think was satisfying enough.  But, apparently the pigs didn't use a hot glue gun or, as we discovered, they wouldn't have had so many problems with the big bad wolf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-1266778610843620928?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1266778610843620928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=1266778610843620928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/1266778610843620928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/1266778610843620928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/among-many-amazing-things-that-happen.html' title='Project Night'/><author><name>erica</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SSBKiOaOIMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZUDnUJe-_PI/s72-c/100_3998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-4050062240154814648</id><published>2008-08-08T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:27:09.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-4050062240154814648?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4050062240154814648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=4050062240154814648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/4050062240154814648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/4050062240154814648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-good-things-modest-mouse_08.html' title=''/><author><name>erica</name><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-5646755851060987508.post-2402628133356679111</id><published>2008-08-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:50.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhymjb9rGI/AAAAAAAAASY/gMjzUqRWIfc/s1600-h/100_3949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhymjb9rGI/AAAAAAAAASY/gMjzUqRWIfc/s320/100_3949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231056973863955554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are growing here, in this small little oasis I call my "backyard."  It is amazing all of the life that can accumulate in such a tiny space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhyl871fkI/AAAAAAAAASI/VZCNxL6qYys/s1600-h/100_3943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhyl871fkI/AAAAAAAAASI/VZCNxL6qYys/s320/100_3943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231056963528654402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhzBPGtgbI/AAAAAAAAASo/UuxLu9OgILo/s1600-h/100_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhzBPGtgbI/AAAAAAAAASo/UuxLu9OgILo/s320/100_3946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231057432262574514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Creepy crawly things, fluttering flying things, squirmy squishy things....buzzing things, humming things, clicking and ticking things.  I never appreciate fully the life I have to observe, right in front of my eyes, in my little concrete jungle.  But it is there, busy and working the whole day, while I ponder my thoughts and sip my tea in a little nook I have created for myself back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhymUAIiLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7_FiwlHbWKo/s1600-h/100_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhymUAIiLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7_FiwlHbWKo/s320/100_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231056969720694962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I get lost back here in this little space, my mind wandering through a maze that has no outlet.  Pondering and wondering all of the musings of life, all of the what-ifs, all of the could haves and should haves and didn'ts of the day, week, year, life.  But something about this constant growing and life swarming in this little space makes me ponder the now more than the before or the after I seem to always dwell on.  I can focus here and sit still here....things I can't seem to do anywhere else.  In this age of electronic mayhem while we drown in a sea of off and on buttons and instant, immediate gratification that is constantly evolving and taking new, better-than-ever-before form, some things, like this tomato plant for instance, are completely satisfied with the way things have always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhzANwhGVI/AAAAAAAAASg/xRUqPRaNqnw/s1600-h/100_3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhzANwhGVI/AAAAAAAAASg/xRUqPRaNqnw/s320/100_3929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231057414721182034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think that this is where I find my peace, in knowing this.  I find myself constantly seeking something new, something different, something to remind me that there is something else out there than what is here, that there is something else other than this.  But this tomato plant, and these amazing tiny creatures that weave their lives before my eyes, they remain indulgent in a simple world that seems to lack this hyperevolution momentum to disregard the now and embrace only what comes next.  They seem to know that their existence can be satisified now, here, and they seem to offer no resistance to accepting this.  So I think for now, I will enjoy this little space for what it is, here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhzBQl2XFI/AAAAAAAAASw/fHdGaw8yy_g/s1600-h/100_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhzBQl2XFI/AAAAAAAAASw/fHdGaw8yy_g/s320/100_3951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231057432661613650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5646755851060987508-2402628133356679111?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2402628133356679111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=2402628133356679111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/2402628133356679111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/2402628133356679111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-and-now.html' title='Here and Now'/><author><name>erica</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SJhymjb9rGI/AAAAAAAAASY/gMjzUqRWIfc/s72-c/100_3949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-7034955360829442961</id><published>2008-06-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:51.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFrj-Skq9eI/AAAAAAAAASA/wTVq13621C8/s1600-h/100_3804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFrj-Skq9eI/AAAAAAAAASA/wTVq13621C8/s320/100_3804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213730177911813602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first trip to the beach to officially kick off summer is planned for tomorrow.  I can't wait to soak in the sun, swim in the ocean, take sandy bites of sandwiches, watch little ones chase waves and dig castles, and just enjoy every minute of one of the longest days of the year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-7034955360829442961?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7034955360829442961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=7034955360829442961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/7034955360829442961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/7034955360829442961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>erica</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFrj-Skq9eI/AAAAAAAAASA/wTVq13621C8/s72-c/100_3804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-6268843698881850694</id><published>2008-06-15T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:51.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFVL1lvcSOI/AAAAAAAAARo/WAz9MUqRmwA/s1600-h/zaidaddysleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFVL1lvcSOI/AAAAAAAAARo/WAz9MUqRmwA/s320/zaidaddysleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212155527787464930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFVMp-S61TI/AAAAAAAAAR4/U8KMspvj18I/s1600-h/100_3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFVMp-S61TI/AAAAAAAAAR4/U8KMspvj18I/s320/100_3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212156427731916082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love him more than anything.  He is the mountain to our landscape, the dragon to our butterfly and centipede, the sky to our dirt road... always loving, always thoughtful, always very, very, very, very patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-6268843698881850694?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6268843698881850694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=6268843698881850694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/6268843698881850694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/6268843698881850694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/06/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>erica</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SFVL1lvcSOI/AAAAAAAAARo/WAz9MUqRmwA/s72-c/zaidaddysleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-7480066758462263435</id><published>2008-06-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:51.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>With summer fast approaching, as with every year, I have a million and one plans for what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to do and and a million and two ways to avoid doing (or at least delaying/procrastinating/accidentally forgetting about) what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do, all before September comes tumbling along.  So far, here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Backpacking in the Sierras&lt;br /&gt;2. Road trip up North&lt;br /&gt;3. Beach camping&lt;br /&gt;4. Wild herb/flower harvesting/nature walks&lt;br /&gt;5. Lots of swimming/snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;6. Read lots of books &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;of our own choosing&lt;/span&gt;, especially People of Sparks to Isaiah&lt;br /&gt;7. Find a yoga class&lt;br /&gt;8. Puerto Nuevo trip&lt;br /&gt;9. Farmer's markets, farmer's markets, farmer's markets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SEqtPJ81cvI/AAAAAAAAARg/pXo6wrIKGHo/s1600-h/flower22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SEqtPJ81cvI/AAAAAAAAARg/pXo6wrIKGHo/s320/flower22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209166394888123122" border="0" /&gt;one of my favorites- a self-heal flower harvested a few summer's ago&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Replace windshield and front tires on car&lt;br /&gt;11. CLEAN THE HOUSE (I'm talking closets and everything!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Work, work, work&lt;br /&gt;13. Fix the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;14. Passports for everyone&lt;br /&gt;15. Organize my life....ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-7480066758462263435?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7480066758462263435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=7480066758462263435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/7480066758462263435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/7480066758462263435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>erica</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SEqtPJ81cvI/AAAAAAAAARg/pXo6wrIKGHo/s72-c/flower22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-5179557206164942699</id><published>2008-05-23T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:51.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Dogs</title><content type='html'>As much of an animal lover as I am and have always been,  I have never taken much to little dogs.  They seem to have a different energy that's all too unpredictable for me.  Simply put, I can't read them.  Well, I realized that my aversion to little dogs is not unfounded a few days ago when walking by a cocker spaniel tied up outside it's owners house this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SDcRr9sYuPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OMreBbKkpNs/s1600-h/100_3887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SDcRr9sYuPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OMreBbKkpNs/s320/100_3887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203647341442676978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, this was through a pretty thick pair of pants.  I wasn't approaching the dog or paying any attention to it.  I thought that since it was tethered in the grass I could just walk by on the sidewalk...in fact, it was the only way to get out of the  complex!  Apparently, or so I have been told,  Cocker Spaniels are responsible for more dog bites than any other breed.  I find it ironic that as someone with a pitbull mix, a dog with a vicious reputation (Boss happens to be the sweetest dog EVER) I get attacked by a cocker spaniel....go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-5179557206164942699?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5179557206164942699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=5179557206164942699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/5179557206164942699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/5179557206164942699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-dogs.html' title='Little Dogs'/><author><name>erica</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SDcRr9sYuPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OMreBbKkpNs/s72-c/100_3887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-8721751172429405819</id><published>2008-04-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:51.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Herbal</title><content type='html'>My all time favorite book in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SAVzfBvcSGI/AAAAAAAAANE/SMj1EEmR-ao/s1600-h/0415082026-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SAVzfBvcSGI/AAAAAAAAANE/SMj1EEmR-ao/s320/0415082026-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189681122494924898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Herbal by Rosemary Gladstar.  This book is very reminiscent of my time up on the north coast, when I scoffed at things like doctors, antibiotics and tylenol and treated many childhood ailments like earaches, pneumonia, rashes, and fevers with herbs and love alone.  Okay, so maybe I still have a distrust of doctors... and antibiotics and tylenol I reserve as miracle drugs, but the point is this book is literally a life-saver and has a cure for almost every ailment.  It's even divided up into sections for men, women, children, and the elderly.  Then there are sections that cover herbs and their uses and a section on different types of medicine that you can make such as syrups, pills, teas, creams, poultices, etc.  I just simply love it....the only catch is that you have to know of a good herb store that's close enough to where you live that you can get what you need in a pinch....even without an herb store, I was able to calm my screaming 2-year-old with an earache in the middle of the night with a slice of onion thanks to this amazing woman and her book, I have healed cuts and scrapes at the park with plantain leaves growing in the grass, and made my own diaper rash cream out of calendula flowers that grow like weeds in our front yard.  Bottom line, this book has saved my life and I thought it was time to share it with all of you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-8721751172429405819?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8721751172429405819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=8721751172429405819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/8721751172429405819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/8721751172429405819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-herbal_20.html' title='Family Herbal'/><author><name>erica</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/SAVzfBvcSGI/AAAAAAAAANE/SMj1EEmR-ao/s72-c/0415082026-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-3046281649468333832</id><published>2008-03-29T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:52.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a song for everything</title><content type='html'>Dmitry, the teacher I am student teaching with, will be a papa soon (his baby girl, Luna, was actually due 3 days ago) and talking to him about his experiences has brought a flood of memories back from the days when Rick and I were waiting for our little one to arrive, the amazing experience of giving birth, and the first year of his life that was oh so precious and so very new!  There are all the things people tell you to expect or not to expect as if you will never find out for yourself and then there are all those things you wish people had told you.  As most of you know, I have a song for just about everything...and here is my song for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VBvkMO1iUU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VBvkMO1iUU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ten Fingers, Ten Toes, 10lbs. 10oz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Zion&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; I and The Grouch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey Baby &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rio&lt;/st1:place&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My first born,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re finally here,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m gonna make a song for you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daddy’s gonna make a song for you:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rio Amor, double Gemini&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Born on a Saturday mornin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Swimmin right, out the womb&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The midwives, mommy, and I in the living room&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plus the grandmas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Water delivery hand-off&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now you’re on her chest and my manhood ran off&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How’s the heart?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Count the parts&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s a perfect 10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright then, we walk to the bedroom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Umbilical attached still&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom’s a soldier, how natural does that feel?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We let it pulse, when it slowed down&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cut the chord, you’re your own now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I swore I had shit figured out before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baby, the "oh me!" went right out the door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just wanna be the father, folks rarely do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stand up and be there for you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baby girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sol serio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quedes envoca en mi corazon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eres mia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yo soy el mar y tu eres mi rio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are the reason that I come home faster&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are the source for my energy lasting&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are the bounce in my confident step&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are an angel on my shoulder I will always accept&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’m changin diapers, arrangin a life for&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A new kind of cipher&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look just like ya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya got mommy’s lips though, and dimples&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can it be that it was all so simple, before?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that it still is&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Glad we waited till thirty, now I can really feel it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Might have missed the whole point of this&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A tighter gift I’ve been anointed with&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They never tell you the joys&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only baby gripes and sleepless nights, oh boy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s our parade, don’t rain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now there’s smiles for miles&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m so changed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My baby girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sol serio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quedes envoca en mi corazon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eres mia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yo soy el mar y tu eres mi rio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well you deserve the best, we bought you a Bugaboo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s material, ain’t worth what a hug’ll do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ll hit the zoo, when you’re two&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll sing to you, when you’re blue baby&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ooh baby we’re new&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The trinity, divinity&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re the centipede, mom’s the butterfly, and I’m the dragon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get in the wagon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s see the world, my sweetest girl imagine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I’m thinking when I’m tryin to read your mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From above, in the bed and you’re closing your eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yawning and stretching&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the dawning of a new age, you’re our greatest blessing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;River&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Love&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I give you my blood&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re my heart out of body &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teachin us to be godly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And you can have whatever you wish&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just focus your thoughts and listen to this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My baby girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sol serio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quedes envoca en mi corazon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eres mia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yo soy el mar y tu eres mi rio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See, when you came into this world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a thickness in the air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unexplainable to any other feeling that I’ve felt before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know, I sat there in the water with mommy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I felt between her legs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when I touched your head, I was a new man instantly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Immediate understanding of that which I did not understand before&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I got a lot to show you baby&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re gonna have a good time&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know, Mommy changed her whole diet &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daddy changed his whole diet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We raisin you in a natural way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;It’s so emotional baby,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We gonna take care of you real well&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;It’s so good,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You ain’t gotta worry bout a thing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I feel high,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And since you been here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I feel invincible,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things have been alright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;It’s all positive,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Thank you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;i style=""&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-7Jr376U2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/QP053LMcDww/s1600-h/City-Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-7Jr376U2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/QP053LMcDww/s320/City-Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183301976736813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-7J6n76U3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/gpSX2uwPV9M/s1600-h/Father-and-son2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-7J6n76U3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/gpSX2uwPV9M/s320/Father-and-son2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183302230139884402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-7J6376U4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zCO-ZAGJA10/s1600-h/Zai-baby-HAPPY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-7J6376U4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zCO-ZAGJA10/s320/Zai-baby-HAPPY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183302234434851714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5646755851060987508-3046281649468333832?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3046281649468333832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=3046281649468333832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/3046281649468333832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/3046281649468333832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-song-for-everything.html' title='there&apos;s a song for everything'/><author><name>erica</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-7Jr376U2I/AAAAAAAAAMk/QP053LMcDww/s72-c/City-Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-7983900896971609420</id><published>2008-03-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:53.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy and his dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLWyi1aHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/25Ze8BW0xz4/s1600-h/0318081630-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLWyi1aHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/25Ze8BW0xz4/s320/0318081630-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292795117332594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What is it about boys and dogs?  Dogs seem to be magically drawn to Isaiah, could care less about me, and tense up around Rick.  Is it their smell, their energy, their dog-like crazy behavior????  Whatever it is, Isaiah is enjoying every bit of spring break with his dog Boss at his side.  I've heard him tell Boss that he's his best friend "in the whole wide world" and how when he's all grown up and moves out he will take Boss with him so they can get an apartment together.  The only other person I've heard Isaiah talk like this to is his dear friend &lt;a href="http://www.plumpotter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emmett&lt;/a&gt; who he simply adores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He becomes so sweet and caring around Boss, almost as if he is a big brother (something we all know Isaiah has been longing for!).  Today he just had me cracking up...he insisted on playing tennis with Boss as the "ball boy," while washing the car I sprayed them both down as they ran through the stream of water together (it was quite the sight...Isaiah screaming, Boss trying to bite the water as they ran in circles), I caught them rolling in the grass together, and at dinner Isaiah saved the last piece of his sushi to give to Boss.  I guess there's just something about boys and their dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here they are acting tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLXCi1aII/AAAAAAAAAL8/cTe7Iipx2G4/s1600-h/0318081631-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLXCi1aII/AAAAAAAAAL8/cTe7Iipx2G4/s320/0318081631-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292799412299906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLOCi1aCI/AAAAAAAAALM/ROd6CUeGA9M/s1600-h/0318081629-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLOCi1aCI/AAAAAAAAALM/ROd6CUeGA9M/s320/0318081629-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292644793477154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLPii1aGI/AAAAAAAAALs/eaysCbygieE/s1600-h/0318081630-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLPii1aGI/AAAAAAAAALs/eaysCbygieE/s320/0318081630-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292670563280994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLOyi1aEI/AAAAAAAAALc/bETVK_VUmC4/s1600-h/0318081630-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLOyi1aEI/AAAAAAAAALc/bETVK_VUmC4/s320/0318081630-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292657678379074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly...loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLPCi1aFI/AAAAAAAAALk/EIX2O_VWwx0/s1600-h/0318081630-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLPCi1aFI/AAAAAAAAALk/EIX2O_VWwx0/s320/0318081630-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292661973346386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5646755851060987508-7983900896971609420?l=rhythmicstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7983900896971609420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5646755851060987508&amp;postID=7983900896971609420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/7983900896971609420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5646755851060987508/posts/default/7983900896971609420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythmicstar.blogspot.com/2008/03/boy-and-his-dog.html' title='A boy and his dog...'/><author><name>erica</name><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/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R-CLWyi1aHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/25Ze8BW0xz4/s72-c/0318081630-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646755851060987508.post-5109755356912526984</id><published>2008-01-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:37:53.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm a hypocrite too</title><content type='html'>While meandering the endless aisleways of Target looking for gifts for my eco-savy 12-year-old neice I noticed this shirt dangling amidst a sea of t-shirts sprayed with various catch-your-eye phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R5IyQ4Pn5II/AAAAAAAAAKg/fI1RFW9WD10/s1600-h/1220071850-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XF5zSU8k1M/R5IyQ4Pn5II/AAAAAAAAAKg/fI1RFW9WD10/s320/1220071850-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157239788849849474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, the cynic in me was dying to leap out.  Support organic farmers?  Since when has Target, of all places, been concerned with organic farming or supporting anything unconventional.  The wave of questions was lapping at the shores of my brain.  However, I was able to manage my cool and nonchalantly took a peek at the tag on the inside of the shirt.  Ha!   What hypocrites, I thought to myself, the shirt itself isn't even organic, therefore purchasing it would defy the very phrase printed on the shirt, which is the initial appeal for purchasing it in the first place.  In order to buy this shirt one would have to be a hypocrite, I concluded.  I then decided that Target must simply be marketing to a particular segment of the population.  Another shirt nearby contained the phrase "Think Global, Act Local" which also nurtures its own sort of hypocrisy in that in order to act locally, one would not be shopping at Target.  I turned, disgusted, and continued my errand run.  However, I couldn't just leave it at that.  Something was eating away at me, "Am I a hypocrite for shopping at Target?"  I mulled this idea about a bit and came up with 1,001 rationalizations for why I am not, in fact, a hypocrite.  I do the best I can...maybe if I was a billionaire I would never shop at Target again, commit to local products, and only buy organic food and clothing, but I'm not.   So, therefore, I shop at Target and purchase products, like this shirt, that relate my ideals but don't necessarily support them.  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