<?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-7176292</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:34:30.592-06:00</updated><category term='economy'/><category term='obama'/><category term='Lawrence'/><category term='Bottleneck'/><category term='North Mississippi Allstars'/><category term='FPU'/><category term='financial'/><title type='text'>Rantville.  Formerly known as 'Good fences'</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just a middle-aged hippie with too much stress and not enough time.  This is my WYSIWYG blog.  I will shoot off my mouth in inappropriate ways, irritate you, and basically I will not care.  Not that I DONT care, mind you, but this is my little haven to rant. So on with the  news, views, thoughts, opinions, whatever grips my mind at the moment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-7959916361681821410</id><published>2011-03-20T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:36:52.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The spring barbeque</title><summary type='text'>Friday night I had one of those "Oh!" moments, ya know?  Things just got a little bit clearer around the edges about some stuff.  It was kinda cool actually.  I spent the afternoon with my bestest gf on a long range golf cart tour, drinking wine and creek cruisin'.  It was time to head for the ponderosa, so off I went to make dinner for my dear hubby that works like a crazy man to keep us alive. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/7959916361681821410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/7959916361681821410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-barbeque.html' title='The spring barbeque'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-5736192241110266240</id><published>2011-02-26T15:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:36:13.578-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bottleneck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Mississippi Allstars'/><title type='text'>shake what your momma gave you</title><summary type='text'>We took a couple of days for ourselves and went to a North Mississippi Allstars show in Lawrence, KS. It was a super experience and we made it a road trip with well seasoned music friends. They got a hotel within walking distance to the venue, which turned out to be a great idea. We all practically ran to the venue and then stumbled/wobbled back when it was done. It might have been from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/5736192241110266240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=5736192241110266240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5736192241110266240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5736192241110266240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2011/02/shake-what-your-momma-gave-you.html' title='shake what your momma gave you'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NR5dZ7dYtTk/TWl5h54wymI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ipwTbk6UDOE/s72-c/IMAG0218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-3414938574607459766</id><published>2011-02-26T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:31:17.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpleasant surprises</title><summary type='text'>Really. I am an unsuccessful blogger. As I cruise through past posts the pattern gets all to obvious. Once every six months? *slapping my hand* *bad blogger... Bad blogger!*Oh well. It's mine and that's what happens.Our little family has been through hell since the last post. My hubby and I each lost a sister, almost a month apart in fact. Both were fine, then both weren't. No drama, just gone. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/3414938574607459766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=3414938574607459766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/3414938574607459766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/3414938574607459766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2011/02/really.html' title='Unpleasant surprises'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-5017868135779175264</id><published>2010-10-25T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:25:14.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my blog still works.  Pretty amazing since it seems I get here one a year or so.  There has been so much happening and only the ethers know why.  Update:  living up country.We moved back.  We've been here for two years now.  I still miss my people and my job at the spa.  Honestly I thought life would slow down when we got back but it insists on careening along at the breakneck pace as usual.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/5017868135779175264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=5017868135779175264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5017868135779175264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5017868135779175264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-my-blog-still-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-7327966678190217531</id><published>2010-01-10T18:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:13:10.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FPU'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Outlook</title><summary type='text'>Here it is, another year swiftly past in my life.  2009 had some remarkably psychotic head snapping events. It marked the year I moved back to my old home town.  (scary). It marked the year out guitar business went into a serious tailspin, thanks to a the corporate giant sending out the attack dogs.It ticked off another year of living the goodlife thinking we were broke on our ass.  Actually we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/7327966678190217531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=7327966678190217531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/7327966678190217531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/7327966678190217531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-outlook.html' title='New Year, New Outlook'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-606456796490473934</id><published>2009-09-03T07:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:22:18.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jody at http://wacondasprings.com/blog/ passed along an award to me called Honest Scrap. Thanks Jody! You have jump-started me ..... again....The award rules are simple – pass the award to seven worthy bloggers who post from the heart, and list ten honest things about yourself.Here's my ten.1. I stress too much.2. I am ready for the country to wake up and remember where we came from... for real.3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/606456796490473934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=606456796490473934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/606456796490473934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/606456796490473934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2009/09/jody-at-httpwacondasprings.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-5302094191781831648</id><published>2008-11-17T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:52:13.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles, The Wizard, and me.</title><summary type='text'>Long since silent, I feel it is time to shake off some dust and clear away the remnents  of spider webs.  My longing to write has reared it's possessive head.  Are we ready for this? Time will tell.Life tends to deal each of us a hand of cards, but forgets to give us the rules to the game.  Only a lucky few find the short cut while most of us simply wander around in the ultraviolet mist stubbing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/5302094191781831648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=5302094191781831648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5302094191781831648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5302094191781831648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2008/11/beatles-wizard-and-me.html' title='The Beatles, The Wizard, and me.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-648261063173211695</id><published>2008-05-19T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:01:44.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Guess who's still here?</title><summary type='text'>It seems I have not updated for quite a while.  Should be easy enough to have topics eh?  Between the (my) economy going straight to hell, and politics, and still working in hel... in a place I'm not crazy about... yes, there's enough to talk about.Economy.  As I imagine everyone is, I have never worked so hard for so long and been so broke.  It's amazing.  I have always had to watch my money, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/648261063173211695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=648261063173211695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/648261063173211695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/648261063173211695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-whos-still-here.html' title='Guess who&apos;s still here?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-5596066169463950183</id><published>2007-11-27T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:30:25.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holi-daze!</title><summary type='text'>The holi-daze have officially begun.  We drove out west to see the family for a couple of days and ended up leaving less than 12 hours after we arrived.  I shouldn't really be suprised at that, however, the notion of the picture perfect family holiday still exists in my heart. Shhh...  stop laughing.  I know it's not real.  In fact, I have never even seen one. But I still want it. Ahhh yes... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/5596066169463950183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=5596066169463950183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5596066169463950183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/5596066169463950183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-holi-daze.html' title='Happy Holi-daze!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-6958326130351651494</id><published>2007-10-23T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:25:51.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once when I was little...</title><summary type='text'>I remember once when I was little, it was a ritual in the morning to give my dad a kiss and a hug and say "I love you!" as he was leaving for the day to go work at the farm.  I remember sitting on the couch and saying (stupidly) that I was too big for that stuff.  I remember the look on his face.  It's not a good memory.  At least not for me.Well, life teaches you things.  Usually the hard way.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/6958326130351651494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=6958326130351651494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/6958326130351651494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/6958326130351651494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-when-i-was-little.html' title='Once when I was little...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-2051397329370635461</id><published>2007-10-16T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:55:24.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CNC's, Guitar Builders, and Beast Masters, OH MY!</title><summary type='text'>The Humble Guitar Builder and The Tale of the CNC. *smirk* Once upon a time there was a humble guitar builder who desired to change his stars. Every night he contemplated a way to change his method of building to make it faster, better, bigger. He tried many many things, including selling clothing and things to make his dream come true. Alas, it didn't work out. So he tried again. He got a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/2051397329370635461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=2051397329370635461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/2051397329370635461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/2051397329370635461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2007/10/cncs-guitar-builders-and-beast-masters.html' title='CNC&apos;s, Guitar Builders, and Beast Masters, OH MY!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/RxU9sAr2jBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2vVP8Cd6jKc/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-3937011893447212796</id><published>2007-10-16T17:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:35:27.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!  I'm back!!</title><summary type='text'>I finally got blogger to give back my account.  wow... what a relief. Lot's to catch up with.  Stay tuned!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/3937011893447212796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=3937011893447212796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/3937011893447212796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/3937011893447212796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-im-back.html' title='Yeah!  I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-117551766851372753</id><published>2007-04-02T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:41:08.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><summary type='text'>As it turns out, I still love my job.  No wait, I love my career... the job?  Well, it's a job.  Between the perfectionistic boss who takes waffling to an all new level and drama queens who imagine their lives are the center of attention at all times, you can just imagine how much this Scorpio yearns to go off on these people. I mean honestly,  do you really think I care if I have 1 more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/117551766851372753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=117551766851372753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/117551766851372753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/117551766851372753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2007/04/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-116640910000755807</id><published>2006-12-17T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:31:40.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>better... but not perfect?</title><summary type='text'>It took me a long time to calm down after the last blog.  Times being what they have become, I have to accept things without the rose colored tint of my Pollyanna world.   That sucks.  But it's at least real. So dear daughter went wedding dress shopping without her momma.  She is independent and headstrong, and hurts me without knowing it.  I suppose it will always be that way.  I would not want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/116640910000755807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=116640910000755807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116640910000755807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116640910000755807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/12/better-but-not-perfect.html' title='better... but not perfect?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-116404671018248863</id><published>2006-11-20T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:18:30.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well. That's that.</title><summary type='text'>And that's just what it is.   I am furious.  I am steaming.  I am righteously pissed off right now.  It's not my fault, not my problem, and all my fault and all my problem. . . all wrapped up in a shit colored box complete with a crappy fucking bow.Issue #1.  There is a situation in my family that warrents attention, however I can't even address it because there is no solving it.  Certain people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/116404671018248863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=116404671018248863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116404671018248863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116404671018248863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-thats-that.html' title='Well. That&apos;s that.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-116381134693776752</id><published>2006-11-17T18:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:55:47.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home or something like it</title><summary type='text'>Living in the midwest hill country is interesting.  I hesitate to call them hillbillies (the locals, that is) but somehow it just fits like an old comfy coat.  The speech is rugged.  The style is coarse.  The common sense is either deep or shallow but not so much in between.  I think I will fit in just fine.  HA.I have been at the Lake for almost a month now.  Little Jamaica was not as bad as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/116381134693776752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=116381134693776752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116381134693776752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116381134693776752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-or-something-like-it.html' title='Home or something like it'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-116066381122178615</id><published>2006-10-12T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:36:51.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>Changes seems to be what my life is about. As I write this, I am on a borrowed computer in the middle of Missouri, getting ready to start a new job today, struggling with transferring my son into a new school, living in a place known as "little Jamaica", and not liking any of it too much at this point. Yes, I took the job at the spa.  Yes, I thought when I put my start date as 10/13 it was far </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/116066381122178615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=116066381122178615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116066381122178615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/116066381122178615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-115875716328896471</id><published>2006-09-20T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T07:59:23.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spa</title><summary type='text'>On Monday I took a roadtrip and went down to Lake of the Ozarks.  Really pretty country down there.  Still looks very rural but its just because the trees are so thick you can't see the houses.  And of course the roads are twisty-windy so I was lost the entire time, but its pretty just the same.I had my interview, actually two interviews, at the Spa.  Come to find out it is rated best of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/115875716328896471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=115875716328896471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115875716328896471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115875716328896471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/09/spa.html' title='The Spa'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-115823964549838321</id><published>2006-09-14T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:14:05.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Engine Red</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am getting my inspiration for this entry from my sister in Alaska. Jody talked about living life as a "fire engine red", and suggested I am the same.Am I?  ~~and she wanders off into the land of introspection~~I would probably have to agree.  We both are FER women.  We neither were born that way, only became it through many - many, many miles of challenge.  Our lives have not paralleled on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/115823964549838321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=115823964549838321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115823964549838321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115823964549838321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/09/fire-engine-red.html' title='Fire Engine Red'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-115553391927148937</id><published>2006-08-14T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:38:39.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's true.  I am back.  After my conversation with Jody today I realized something pretty important.  My silence here does nothing but say... nothing.   Hey look, we all know bloggers are a truck load of psycho-bable crap, and we just want to write out what is currently up the collective ass of the moment.  So bear with me, or better yet, get comfy, pour a stiff one, light another one, or as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/115553391927148937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=115553391927148937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115553391927148937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115553391927148937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-115504063114560537</id><published>2006-08-08T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:37:11.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yehaw... here I go again!  See?  I told you I wouldn't be gone so long. Sunday was the last Blue Sunday for the Kansas City Blues Society.  Hubby's band was playing and we all melted as he pounded away on the guitar, because you know, it was only about 500 degrees that day.  Ok, it was 103, but it felt like burnin' hell.A few observations I made about the crowd...Don't wear black when hell's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/115504063114560537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=115504063114560537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115504063114560537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115504063114560537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/08/yehaw.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-115452516920163029</id><published>2006-08-02T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:26:09.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from hiatus</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it has been a looong time since I was here.  Lot's going on, lot's I should have blogged about, but hey, you know how it is.So since I was here last....Business is slow.  Nothing new there.  I am getting some regular clients but have learned that 35 to 40 clients is not nearly enough to make a living.  You really need closer to 300 to 350 to make a go of being a professional therapist and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/115452516920163029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=115452516920163029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115452516920163029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/115452516920163029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from hiatus'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114536474678511627</id><published>2006-04-18T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:52:26.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><summary type='text'>Sad news for me.  Through the miracle of technology, I can tell who is reading me.   And who is not ...My dad has been like a silent rock throughout my life.  My dad was there when I lost myself, and gently held my spirit until I came back.  He has also been a faithful reader until his eyes failed him.  Now I know how bad it is, even if others try to console me, even when others say "yeah, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114536474678511627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114536474678511627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114536474678511627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114536474678511627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/04/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114432884551532887</id><published>2006-04-06T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T08:07:25.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to work..and other stuff</title><summary type='text'>Yes, every day now I go to work faithfully.  I sit and visit.  I fiddle with the merchandise.  I wander aimlessly.  I don't get paid unless I do massage, any massage.  Yeah, I know there will be some swing time.  It's ok too.  And it's better than coming up with $450.00 which I don't have, just to do less than nothing.I really like the new situation, and the new people.  It is fun to get to hang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114432884551532887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114432884551532887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114432884551532887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114432884551532887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/04/goin-to-workand-other-stuff.html' title='Goin&apos; to work..and other stuff'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114372927401161300</id><published>2006-03-30T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:34:34.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember....</title><summary type='text'>I was reading Acidman this morning and it sparked a memory of my own regarding driving a stick shift automobile.  I learned on my dad's Chevy One Ton truck.  That hummer had 454 under the hood and way more power than a teenage girl should know about.  Damn it's no wonder no one would ride with me while I learned.  They just took me out in the middle of a field and said, "Go."  Only took a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114372927401161300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114372927401161300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114372927401161300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114372927401161300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-remember.html' title='I remember....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114346832735110682</id><published>2006-03-27T07:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T08:05:27.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it has been a long time since I posted.  From the looks of it, almost everyone that was becoming a regular reader has left.  .... Such is the life of a writer...wannabe... Newsworthy notes include the moving of the business, the trip to Vegas, the hailstorm that pummelled my cars, and the fact you can come real close on insurance totalling your car and they still don't do it.First up... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114346832735110682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114346832735110682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114346832735110682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114346832735110682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/03/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114097707652166287</id><published>2006-02-26T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:04:36.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test.</title><summary type='text'>We were supposed to meet for breakfast at 7:30 and leave to the testing site around 9:15ish.  Sounds like a really workable deal right?  well........Traffic was wretched.  I had to detour on 95th and drive halfway across town instead of just taking 435 to Metcalf.  Fine, I called B~ and told him  I was running late, no problem, I would be at LePeep's around 8 or so.  Not too much off schedule.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114097707652166287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114097707652166287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114097707652166287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114097707652166287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/test.html' title='The Test.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114073413574102907</id><published>2006-02-23T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:35:35.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!!!</title><summary type='text'>Yes that's right.  I am now a Nationally Certified Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork professional. Licensed and Certified!Whew.  I'm alive. I don't think it has all sunk in yet, although I have laughed with my friends, cried with my friends and shared a two margarita lunch with my friends, and that was just today! I will tell more later.  Right now I am listening to the radio www.kkfi.org as my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114073413574102907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114073413574102907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114073413574102907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114073413574102907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED!!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114062091325399835</id><published>2006-02-22T09:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:08:33.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the way, if anyone could tell me how to get my favorites and archives back up on the top of my sidebar I would really appreciate it.  It just quit one day and I can't seem to get it back ????  Come on.... e me!!!!  I need to think about something else.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114062091325399835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114062091325399835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114062091325399835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114062091325399835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/by-way-if-anyone-could-tell-me-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114062072586444675</id><published>2006-02-22T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:05:25.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow..or not</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is it.  The final day.  The last chance.  The end of the road.  The wall.  The rock and a hard spot.  The future.  Or not.Tomorrow I take the NCE.  National Certification Examination for Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork.  Tomorrow a computer with random questions pulled from a pool of 2000 questions will tell me if I can practice.  Tomorrow some anonymous piece of paper will allow me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114062072586444675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114062072586444675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114062072586444675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114062072586444675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/tomorrowor-not.html' title='Tomorrow..or not'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-114022832441946238</id><published>2006-02-17T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:05:24.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geez. The crap you read on the net.</title><summary type='text'>My mind just boggles when I think about the crap I have read over the past few days.  OMG.  The human race is going to hell on a fast commuter train.  Really.One of my daily reads had a site with the worlds longest shit. oh ... it defies the imagination, and more than that.... WHY?????????????? gross.  Just gross.  Worse than gross... why the fuck did I look?  I am scarred for life. The flap </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/114022832441946238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=114022832441946238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114022832441946238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/114022832441946238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/geez-crap-you-read-on-net.html' title='Geez. The crap you read on the net.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113993850671039316</id><published>2006-02-14T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:35:06.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You should see what is on my table.  Sweet Hubby brought me home a dozen red roses yesterday for Valentine's day.  They are really amazing.  Almost three feet tall over all, they look like red explosives coming out of a cloud of baby's breath. Steven, ya did good.  :)So the studying continues.  Test is next week.  I really need to get some focus with it.  I can't help myself, and it's making me a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113993850671039316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113993850671039316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113993850671039316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113993850671039316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-should-see-what-is-on-my-table.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113993807822080568</id><published>2006-02-14T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:27:58.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderables</title><summary type='text'>1. It's OK to laugh during sex - just don't point .2. There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives.3.  Is there life before coffee? Yes, but not on my planet.4.  Some people live life in the fast lane , when you start your own business you live in oncoming traffic!5.  Diplomacy is the art of saying "Nice Doggie!"... until you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113993807822080568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113993807822080568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113993807822080568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113993807822080568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/ponderables.html' title='Ponderables'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113950148958364103</id><published>2006-02-09T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:13:53.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from email.... Thanks Sandy!</title><summary type='text'>Subject: The Wooden BowlThe Wooden BowlI guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law,and four-yearold grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, andhis step faltered. The family ate together at the table.But the elderly grandfather's shaky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113950148958364103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113950148958364103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113950148958364103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113950148958364103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/lessons-from-email-thanks-sandy.html' title='Lessons from email.... Thanks Sandy!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113932350080418798</id><published>2006-02-07T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:45:00.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days</title><summary type='text'>Fifteen little days left until the (large cavernous sound please) Big Test.  I study, study, study, and still Aruvedic and Chinese Meridian continue to eat my lunch.  Ya think seven little chakras would not be such a big deal.  Ok, so I get that part, but the kapha, pitta, bla bla bla.....  Not to mention which meridian starts on your nose and ends on your toe...  DAMN!  If I don't pass, these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113932350080418798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113932350080418798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113932350080418798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113932350080418798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/15-days.html' title='15 days'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113889230105257893</id><published>2006-02-02T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:59:10.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these things...</title><summary type='text'>You Are a Visionary SoulYou are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113889230105257893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113889230105257893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113889230105257893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113889230105257893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-these-things.html' title='I love these things...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113883366411805309</id><published>2006-02-01T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:41:04.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's February!!!</title><summary type='text'>Somebody, please, tell my neighbor it is February!?  Right this minute he is outside VACCUUMING his grass.  Yes.  Vaccuuming.  His grass.  With his leaf blower.  omg... is this what OCD is?  Next thing I know he will probably be doing it in his speedo.Eeww... just the mental picture is too much to deal with. It's gonna be a long looong warm season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113883366411805309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113883366411805309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113883366411805309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113883366411805309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-february.html' title='It&apos;s February!!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113838627401498986</id><published>2006-01-27T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:28:41.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so proud!</title><summary type='text'>congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happybunny.You must be so proudwhich happy bunny are you?brought to you by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113838627401498986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113838627401498986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113838627401498986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113838627401498986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-proud.html' title='I&apos;m so proud!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113837414859878172</id><published>2006-01-27T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:02:28.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Havin' company...</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am having company this weekend.  It is kinda cool actually.  We haven't had anyone over just to hang with us since the legendary wedding weekend a year and a half ago.  I admit it, I am kinda excited about it.Scott and I have been friends for quite a while, and in fact, my last child wears his name as his middle moniker.  I don't think I ever told my ex that I was naming baby boy after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113837414859878172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113837414859878172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113837414859878172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113837414859878172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/havin-company.html' title='Havin&apos; company...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113814955071592283</id><published>2006-01-24T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:39:10.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The trouble with What??</title><summary type='text'>Is it just me, or has the scientific world slipped a cog in regards to this Newsweek article?  While surfing Jaboobie I found this info and honestly just sat and shook my head.  I mean come On!  Who can't figure out boys NEED physical activity to just be "a productive part of society"?  Jaboobie says it pretty good himself.Ok, so I do have a leg up (apparently) on this so called 'scientific study</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113814955071592283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113814955071592283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113814955071592283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113814955071592283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/trouble-with-what.html' title='The trouble with What??'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113811692819984021</id><published>2006-01-24T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:35:28.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day has been scheduled.</title><summary type='text'>February 23 will be my D-day.  The jury is still out as to the definition of "D".It could mean D-elightful.It could mean D-iasterous.It definitely means D-angerous (professionally speaking).That is the day I am scheduled to take my National Certification Exam.  To be a practicing MT in the state of Missouri, you must pass the NCE.  If I don't pass, I have to come up with yet ANOTHER $250.00 and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113811692819984021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113811692819984021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113811692819984021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113811692819984021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/d-day-has-been-scheduled.html' title='D-Day has been scheduled.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113811545414957231</id><published>2006-01-24T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:10:54.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What?  Really??</title><summary type='text'>Dance100%Psychology100%Journalism100%Sociology100%English92%Linguistics83%Anthropology83%Art83%Philosophy75%Theater75%Biology75%Mathematics50%Engineering33%Chemistry25%What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)created with QuizFarm.comSo does being a massage therapist qualify as sociology?whoda thunk it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113811545414957231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113811545414957231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113811545414957231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113811545414957231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-really.html' title='What?  Really??'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113772683842740133</id><published>2006-01-19T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:13:58.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uhhh...  :????  well?  it's true.  Sorry Sarah.  Your momma still loves you.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113772683842740133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113772683842740133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113772683842740133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113772683842740133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/uhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113771773924826892</id><published>2006-01-19T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:42:19.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking....</title><summary type='text'>Just got off the phone with my daughter.  She told me (excitedly) about standing in line today at her college to get tickets to see dear ol' dubya in action.  I'm just not sure how to feel about that one.  She was pretty happy about it all. Oh holy shit.  I have raised a Republican. Now that I put some thought on it, three of my five are pretty solidly in the Republican camp.In all honestly, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113771773924826892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113771773924826892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113771773924826892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113771773924826892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/thinking.html' title='Thinking....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113769790988467379</id><published>2006-01-19T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:11:49.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga is gooood...</title><summary type='text'>I did the yoga thing this morning.  I actually liked it!  It's not physically hard, but it does show you how and where your physical weaknesses are.  Plus, it did quiet my screaming mind.  I found myself better centered, then I immediately started making phone calls to prospect for new clients. They all said yes.~doin' the happy dance~Looks like the Massage Therapy business might just pan out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113769790988467379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113769790988467379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113769790988467379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113769790988467379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/yoga-is-gooood.html' title='Yoga is gooood...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113759561160634025</id><published>2006-01-18T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:46:51.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blank screen</title><summary type='text'>sucks.  I am sitting here wondering wtf to write...again...there isn't much going on here.  The business is ... well let's just say I am learning another lesson in patience.  Hubby says that will be my biggest challenge in life.  He's probably right.  I am not patient.  At all.  See no reason for it. Well duh.  Yet another lesson on my path to enlightenment.  So I'm thinkin' yoga might help.  You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113759561160634025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113759561160634025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113759561160634025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113759561160634025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-blank-screen.html' title='Another blank screen'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113742382015147325</id><published>2006-01-16T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:08:17.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah, this is for you</title><summary type='text'> Yeah, you know why. And you are like me. I'm sorry and I'm proud all in the same breath. I just pray you find a strong man to handle the woman you've become. Never settle.  Be the bitch you were born to be!by the way, I snatched this from http://www.grouchyoldcripple.com/ .  Great site.  I think I will add this to my daily reads.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113742382015147325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113742382015147325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113742382015147325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113742382015147325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/sarah-this-is-for-you.html' title='Sarah, this is for you'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113690749479289414</id><published>2006-01-10T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:38:14.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Look</title><summary type='text'>So here it is, my new look for the ole' net spot.  I even figured out how to add links.  I am pretty happy about that.  Most of these people will probably never know I link to them, or even that I read them daily, but oh well.  It's fun for me and thats what its all about, right?   Yeah,  you know it. My business has been up for two weeks now.  I sold my first package yesterday, (buy 8 massages, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113690749479289414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113690749479289414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113690749479289414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113690749479289414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-look.html' title='New Year, New Look'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113530415873112360</id><published>2005-12-22T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:15:58.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learned this week</title><summary type='text'>I've learned a lot this week.  Things like standing up for yourself and telling someone off even if it means burning some bridges. Check. Did that Tuesday.I learned I see "immediate" and not long term. Ouch. Learned that one the hard way.  See my bruise?  Yeah, that's the one... right around my left eye. Unfortunately, I am afraid I will continue to be this way.  No apologies on my part.I learned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113530415873112360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113530415873112360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113530415873112360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113530415873112360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-ive-learned-this-week.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned this week'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113466016507428079</id><published>2005-12-15T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:35:48.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As usual, the snow (which was really pretty for a 13 inch snow) is gone. Warm days took all my kids fun away, but resuced my car from the salt coating. Now the view  is just brown and shitty again. Mother Earth rests, I freeze for a couple of months, but spring is just around the corner... right? Right???Lie to me. Really. I want you to.So I have decided on paint, ordered curtains, moved my table</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113466016507428079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113466016507428079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113466016507428079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113466016507428079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-usual-snow-which-was-really-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113401486475152648</id><published>2005-12-07T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:09:44.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhhhh..... December 6 and no more class...no more clinic.... no more spoonfed politics. It is great, but my stress level is reaching choke heights. Wonder why? Because it is the holidays, I have to get my business up and running by January 1, and because its the holidays... did I already say that?Oh well. Deal.It is snowing like a bitch outside right now. Hubby is gone all night to push snow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113401486475152648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113401486475152648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113401486475152648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113401486475152648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113327094941648893</id><published>2005-11-29T07:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T07:29:09.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Completion</title><summary type='text'>This is it.  The final week of classes.  Less than a year ago I started a journey to learn about massage therapy, and as of this Friday I will have finished the first step.  It's been difficult, political, delightful, exhausting, and so worth every second of time.  I look forward now to learning Lomi Lomi in March and having that to offer clients seeking to relax and de-stress.Last week we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113327094941648893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113327094941648893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113327094941648893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113327094941648893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/11/completion.html' title='Completion'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113276516386608646</id><published>2005-11-23T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:32:30.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for:</title><summary type='text'>I am Thankful :for the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato, because he is home with me and not out at the bars.for the kid who is complaining about doing dishes because it means he is at home, not on the streets.for the taxes I pay, because it means I am employed.for the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.for the clothes that fit a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113276516386608646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113276516386608646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113276516386608646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113276516386608646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for:'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113132108643238105</id><published>2005-11-06T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:51:26.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, I am FOURTY THREE.  oh my..............</title><summary type='text'>Yep, it's my damn birthday.  I am sooooo Maxine.So there. I love you all, but, hey. Btw ........... Mom and Dad, Thanks so much.  The card you sent ment more to me than you will ever know. I love you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113132108643238105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113132108643238105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113132108643238105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113132108643238105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/11/yep-i-am-fourty-three-oh-my.html' title='Yep, I am FOURTY THREE.  oh my..............'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113107021103472205</id><published>2005-11-03T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:10:11.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks</title><summary type='text'>.... yes, six weeks is all I have left before I am officially employable as a massage therapist.  It has been grueling to say the least.  I never once thought of actually quitting, but there were many many days of oh shit what have I gotten myself into this time.  Between the politics, the personality clashes, and the scheduling nightmares, school has/is difficult, but doable.I have learned a lot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113107021103472205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113107021103472205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113107021103472205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113107021103472205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/11/6-weeks.html' title='6 weeks'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-113032996203933991</id><published>2005-10-26T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:32:42.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I sit here with my morning coffee, my heart is just not in it to write.  Yesterday was not fun.  It started out fun, but went crashing in flames as the minutes ticked along. I went to school early to trade massage with Steph.  After visiting with the administration about job placement locally, I went to find my friend.  I could tell instantly there was something wrong.  She lives with her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/113032996203933991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=113032996203933991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113032996203933991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/113032996203933991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-i-sit-here-with-my-morning-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112989833657079643</id><published>2005-10-21T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:38:56.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><summary type='text'>I am so tired this morning.  I just finished my last Thursday night of clinic (yeah!) which means no more 16  hour days.  Today I have to take off for the old home town - 4 hours away.  Tonight is Homecoming, and my third child is, of course, in the festivities. ugh.  So in a few minutes, I load in my car, go get the oil changed first, and run head first into another 16 hour day.  I'm too old for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112989833657079643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112989833657079643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112989833657079643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112989833657079643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/10/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112938582395239192</id><published>2005-10-15T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:23:11.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brain dominance</title><summary type='text'>Left brain dominant individuals are more orderly, literal, articulate, and to the point. They are good at understanding directions and anything that is explicit and logical. They can have trouble comprehending emotions and abstract concepts, they can feel lost when things are not clear, doubting anything that is not stated and proven.Right brain dominant individuals are more visual and intuitive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112938582395239192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112938582395239192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112938582395239192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112938582395239192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/10/brain-dominance.html' title='brain dominance'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112930071585749879</id><published>2005-10-14T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:18:48.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me laugh</title><summary type='text'>Today's mood... left of center.Thing that make me laugh. Stupid words like "ass gasket". Exactly what kind of mind comes up with that? Must have been a mechanic.Street signs like "dead end". Well duh. Just where everyone strives to live.Yesterday I had to explain to my dear friend Brian the difference between "muffins" and "muff". He brought me a calendar from Greece with ancient pornographic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112930071585749879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112930071585749879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112930071585749879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112930071585749879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-that-make-me-laugh.html' title='Things that make me laugh'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112912634253156212</id><published>2005-10-12T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:12:22.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just sayin'.........</title><summary type='text'>It's this little things that do seem to really make folks speak up.  Like the whole "breast feeding in public" bs.  Hey, I did it.  I remember vividly sitting in a quiet corner of the mall, totally away from everyone feeding my first child.  I was totally covered as was my son when this Navy recruiter came over to me and sat down.  Honest to god, he asked me if he could see. WTF????Apparently his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112912634253156212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112912634253156212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112912634253156212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112912634253156212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-just-sayin.html' title='I&apos;m just sayin&apos;.........'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112869401007341465</id><published>2005-10-07T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:06:50.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THIS pisses me off.</title><summary type='text'>I am a third generation farmer.  I am proud of that even if I don't live on the farm any longer.  My roots made me who I am, and to read this drivel from some ignorant city slicker with a mouth full of food and a refridgerator hiding science projects because he has so much excess just sets my hair on fire!http://www.alternet.org/story/26031/?cID=45498#c45498Read this story.  Read the comments</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112869401007341465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112869401007341465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112869401007341465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112869401007341465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-this-pisses-me-off.html' title='Now THIS pisses me off.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112791143476827947</id><published>2005-09-28T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:44:38.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Mexican FoodSpicy yet dependable. You pull punches, but people still love you.What Kind of Food Are You?Yeah, this one makes more sense. Try it. It's funny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112791143476827947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112791143476827947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112791143476827947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112791143476827947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are-mexican-foodspicy-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112791083401920900</id><published>2005-09-28T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:34:07.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?</title><summary type='text'>You Are Italian FoodComforting yet overwhelming.People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.What Kind of Food Are You?This is silly. But this is also fun. And who knew a woman from strong Scottish decent would be Italian??I'm gonna go do it again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112791083401920900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112791083401920900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112791083401920900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112791083401920900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112773931853025374</id><published>2005-09-26T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T07:55:22.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrill rides</title><summary type='text'>Here it is Monday, and my legs are still not happy with me after tromping round the amuzement park all day on Saturday.  We got free tickets so off we went with the two youngest boys in tow.  They were so excited, and so was I, and dear hubby was being a good sport. First ride out of the gate was something like a great huge swing, called the Sea Dragon, and I thought it would be a snap.  Ok, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112773931853025374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112773931853025374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112773931853025374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112773931853025374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/thrill-rides.html' title='Thrill rides'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112733419299087983</id><published>2005-09-21T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:23:13.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages</title><summary type='text'>Recently found in my mailbox.  Thanks Scott.  This is worth keeping.Two Wolves One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 "wolves" inside us all.One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy,sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112733419299087983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112733419299087983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112733419299087983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112733419299087983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/messages.html' title='Messages'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112731460618541032</id><published>2005-09-21T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:59:09.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes Rita</title><summary type='text'>I had a great post ready to go and blogger ate it. OMG this is so frustrating. At least the thoughts are still here so I will attempt to do this again. DAMN.Texas seems to be taking this seriously. They already have supplies lined up and troups ready to go. Good. Ray Nagin should take a lesson, as well as the Gov of LA. Evacuation has already started and it is not supposed to hit until Friday.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112731460618541032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112731460618541032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112731460618541032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112731460618541032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-comes-rita.html' title='Here comes Rita'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112632001639029306</id><published>2005-09-09T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:41:13.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you watch tv... you have to see this</title><summary type='text'>Probably the biggest truth I have seen so far regarding the Gulf Coast disaster. Take a minute and check this out. You won't be sorry.http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?mode=fromshare&amp;Uc=14ewb3ap.b147fdut&amp;Uy=nyvoby&amp;Ux=1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112632001639029306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112632001639029306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112632001639029306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112632001639029306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-watch-tv-you-have-to-see-this.html' title='If you watch tv... you have to see this'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112570761397966987</id><published>2005-09-02T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:33:34.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No fences</title><summary type='text'>Still, I sit and feel helpless.... as everyone not directly affected I am sure.  The cities are being evacuated.  The people are completely without.  Please read this and do what you can.  I know this man personally.  He lives in Natchez, Mississippi.  Bart Walker is walking the walk, not just talking the talk.Let's do what we can not for just New Orleans, but for the hundreds of tiny towns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112570761397966987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112570761397966987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112570761397966987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112570761397966987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-fences.html' title='No fences'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112566632052580440</id><published>2005-09-02T07:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:05:20.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The unimaginable on the Southern lawn</title><summary type='text'>Just like everyone else with access to news, I am dumbfounded as I watch the scenes grow ever more desperate daily.  Additionally, just like everyone else, I feel helpless.  The Gulf Coast is destroyed, and people are struggling simply to survive day to day.  My logical mind tells me it is just a few hours from my house.  Still, as I watch TV or read whatever news I can find, it seems like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112566632052580440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112566632052580440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112566632052580440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112566632052580440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/09/unimaginable-on-southern-lawn_02.html' title='The unimaginable on the Southern lawn'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112489709614614158</id><published>2005-08-24T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:24:56.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulda stayed in bed</title><summary type='text'>Ya know those times when you wish you would have just stayed in bed?  Yesterday was that day for me.  The first few hours were uneventful, spent house cleaning, emailing, ect... but then the tide turned.Steve comes home from work daily hot and tired, so I decided to save him some work and attempt to mow the yard.  Hey, I have spent many hours mowing, this is not a big task plus my yard is quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112489709614614158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112489709614614158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112489709614614158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112489709614614158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/08/shoulda-stayed-in-bed.html' title='Shoulda stayed in bed'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112482939902022892</id><published>2005-08-23T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:34:14.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type='text'>Sunset at Harris Beach Oregon. View of Hood from my seat on the plane.Surf games with the brothers and the granddaughters.Unfortunately, I won't post anything with recognizable faces... too many freaks on the net hunting for innocence, but these three pics are just a taste of heaven in the Northwest.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112482939902022892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112482939902022892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112482939902022892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112482939902022892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112459330383013149</id><published>2005-08-20T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:51:39.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippin'</title><summary type='text'>I planned it.  I bought the tickets before they were off the phone that night.  It essentially was my fault we were going... good or bad.  I knew I would have to live with the outcome.  The scariest part is the unknown.  People can be one way on the phone, and entirely different face to face.  That is the part that just freaked me out.John and Steve have been down the road, so to speak.  There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112459330383013149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112459330383013149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112459330383013149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112459330383013149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/08/trippin.html' title='Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112327479988218932</id><published>2005-08-05T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:46:39.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>Well, the previous post was obviously a rant.  Just when I thought that was the worst thing in the world, the phone rings.  My initial self pity was instantly replaced by rage on a whole new level.Am I the only one that thinks it is wrong to sell a child?  Is blackmail legal now and I just missed the announcement?  That must be it.  ...because let me tell ya, I had an offer today and all I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112327479988218932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112327479988218932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112327479988218932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112327479988218932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112324954528539085</id><published>2005-08-05T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:45:45.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricks</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up as a farmers daughter in the middle of the plains.  Her childhood was plain, uneventful, even boring to some.  She didn't know it at the time.  It was just the way things were.  Emotions were not to be dealt with openly.  Basic skills like finances or how to deal with an intense disagreement were taboo to discuss.  She didn't understand it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112324954528539085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112324954528539085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112324954528539085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112324954528539085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/08/bricks.html' title='Bricks'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112091977911915417</id><published>2005-07-09T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T09:36:19.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>School is going well.  I am almost done with my technique classes.  It is tough, I don't like inflicting pain, deep tissue makes me uneasy as my client is flinching on the table, so don't expect a lot of deep work from me.  I can affect the body on a somatic level by gentle touch as well as one can through deep work.  Or so it seems to this uneducated budding therapist. It is hard to watch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112091977911915417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112091977911915417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112091977911915417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112091977911915417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-112001492636251495</id><published>2005-06-28T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:15:26.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jody's blog, always my first stop is wonderful as usual.  Jody, just know we would all do our jobs in our jammies if possible.  In fact, can you imagine how laid back the world would be if everyone dressed this way?  How can anyone be pissed at a cop wearing Sponge Bob flannels as he is writing you that ticket?As for my wardrobe?  Garage sale retro would be the best explaination I can come up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/112001492636251495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=112001492636251495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112001492636251495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/112001492636251495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/06/jodys-blog-always-my-first-stop-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111824316258556155</id><published>2005-06-08T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T10:06:02.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good fences</title><summary type='text'>Took Maya for a walk this morning.  The humidity level must have been about 600% down by the river.  Who knew I have curly hair after all these years?  Let me tell ya, I do now.  If I could only figure out how to make it stay that way....Not much to discuss today.  I am a bit perplexed regarding the inability to find a simple job for 3 days a week.  And the unwillingness of friends to come and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111824316258556155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111824316258556155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111824316258556155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111824316258556155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-fences.html' title='Good fences'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111791426229246364</id><published>2005-06-04T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:44:22.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Factor</title><summary type='text'>My Swedish Massage class is history.  The final was Thursday.  Final meaning each student had to give a massage to a client we had never seen.  We had to remember the entire routine and execute it with precision and confidence, keeping in mind these people were there simply to critique technique.  Yes, the nerve vibe was a bit uncomfortable to say the least.  Ok, lets just be honest about it... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111791426229246364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111791426229246364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111791426229246364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111791426229246364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/06/fear-factor.html' title='Fear Factor'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111781114159529297</id><published>2005-06-03T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:05:41.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping on Quindaro</title><summary type='text'>What an exciting couple of weeks I have had.  Let's run down the list.  Whew!Memorial weekend we decided to take a float trip down the Niangua river.  Beautiful idea in concept, may have worked had we not picked that particular campground, but a total flop in reality.  Hitch #1.  We left Friday afternoon for a leisurely drive down to the Ozarks.  Word from our friends who have made this trek </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111781114159529297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111781114159529297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111781114159529297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111781114159529297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/06/camping-on-quindaro.html' title='Camping on Quindaro'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111685233838748014</id><published>2005-05-23T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T07:45:39.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is your brain, This is your brain after Anatomy &amp; Chinese Meridian. Get the picture?</title><summary type='text'>Jody's Blog, always my first stop of the morning was an eye opener, ok not an opener but a "what the hell?" moment. She writes book reviews, posts them, submits them, or however the food chain goes, they are out there.  Now Amazon picks them up and SELLS them?  Check out her blog.  It is suprising how the monolith rolls over us and we never see it coming.  Yes, my head is officially a natural </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111685233838748014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111685233838748014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111685233838748014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111685233838748014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-your-brain-this-is-your-brain.html' title='This is your brain, This is your brain after Anatomy &amp; Chinese Meridian. Get the picture?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111522445431478874</id><published>2005-05-04T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:37:19.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing easier</title><summary type='text'>Yes, today I am more at ease in my skin after passing my first anatomy exam. I was a nervous wreck but it worked out in the end. Stressing out doesn't do anyone any good, and I just keep taking that lesson over and over. Someday it will stick. Not today.Alaska is burning again this year. Very early for a large scale burn as far as fire season goes, but hopefully from what I can glean from the net</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111522445431478874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111522445431478874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111522445431478874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111522445431478874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/05/breathing-easier.html' title='Breathing easier'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111403213547411243</id><published>2005-04-20T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:22:15.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught napping</title><summary type='text'>April 20. 4:20 by any other name.  Most of my friends are happily celebrating this spring holiday today.  I just woke up from a nap.  Bet they will be doing the same thing before long.  Although my nap was a well deserved chunk of personal pampering I needed and not a midcelebration break.Somatic therapy is becoming a wide open question mark.  Don't get me wrong.  I LOVE getting my hands in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111403213547411243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111403213547411243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111403213547411243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111403213547411243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/04/caught-napping.html' title='Caught napping'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111323067320817786</id><published>2005-04-11T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:44:33.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scott "Oscar" .... always ready with the right hook when I need it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111323067320817786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111323067320817786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111323067320817786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111323067320817786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/04/scott-oscar.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111322820428227882</id><published>2005-04-11T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:45:59.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... nice right hook!</title><summary type='text'>Holy cow did I get JUST what I needed today.   Yes, I agree Scott.  I am drowning in self pity and it makes me feel shitty.  Thanks for being there when I need it.  And with that being said, did I ever get plowed under by "doin' the mom-thing" this weekend.Saturday was Derek's first Prom.  I hemmed and hawed about going because I just refuse to subject myself to the judgment of my old life, but I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111322820428227882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111322820428227882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111322820428227882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111322820428227882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/04/wow-nice-right-hook.html' title='Wow... nice right hook!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111296724997555569</id><published>2005-04-08T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:34:09.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is Friday.  I sit here not quite sure I really want to write this because of the aftershocks should anyone but me ever read it. ~sigh~I am just at a loss as to my children.  I have done the best with the abilities and frailties and challenges presented to me.  I have worked like a dog to make sure everyone is happy or at least settled with all decisions and implications.  Nothing seems to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111296724997555569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111296724997555569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111296724997555569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111296724997555569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-is-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111175902537162582</id><published>2005-03-25T07:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T07:57:05.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><summary type='text'>I, too, am watching with interest the Terri Shiavo fiasco. Like many people, it has touched a part of my heart I don't really like to acknowledge. Yes, the court system and her "loving" husband are starving her to death but more accurately they are forcing her death to occur through dehydration.What kind of moronic mentality can justify this? Have these people never studied the workings of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111175902537162582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111175902537162582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111175902537162582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111175902537162582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/03/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111115931184648686</id><published>2005-03-18T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:21:51.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Massage therapist...me?</title><summary type='text'>I did it.  I went to my first day of classes and loved every second.  Well almost every second except the guilt over ignoring my own nutritional health for so many years.  Yes, my own health is a wreck and fixable through personal committment, but laziness is a way of life for junk foodies like me.  It is just so EASY to pull into the drive through or stop at the deli on the way home.  Do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111115931184648686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111115931184648686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111115931184648686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111115931184648686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/03/massage-therapistme.html' title='Massage therapist...me?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111054995592917108</id><published>2005-03-11T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T08:05:55.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not worth blogging?</title><summary type='text'>I tried to post this comment on Jody's blog http://www.jodypryor.com/blog/ , but as we all know, the great and powerful OZ only has a sense of humor at certain hours of the day so I will just blog it here.   ~Nyah~ to you OZ.Blogging should not have to have power rock-your-world comments in every topic.  A dear friend said to me some of the most profound things he has read were simply everyday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111054995592917108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111054995592917108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111054995592917108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111054995592917108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-worth-blogging_11.html' title='Not worth blogging?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111046469136281148</id><published>2005-03-10T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T08:24:51.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight is...</title><summary type='text'>brutal.  Review always helps and I didn't.  Consequently, I blogged basically the same shit I wrote 3 months ago.  What an idiot.And I am being paid to write?  What a joke. HA!   Definitely a "three stooges" moment....later....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111046469136281148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111046469136281148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111046469136281148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111046469136281148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/03/hindsight-is.html' title='Hindsight is...'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-111046404125173581</id><published>2005-03-10T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T08:14:01.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Scott</title><summary type='text'>Since it has been a long dry spell at bloggertown, I am actually doing as I threatened.  Scotty, I loves ya but I am cutting and pasting just as I said I would.  Here's hoping it will kick start the brain currently on bypass.It was nice to get your E back. I am glad you caught me up on all your happenings.  Mine are a big swirly when I stop and think about it all since September ... between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/111046404125173581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=111046404125173581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111046404125173581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/111046404125173581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2005/03/dear-scott.html' title='Dear Scott'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-110372586390975575</id><published>2004-12-22T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T08:31:03.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays bite</title><summary type='text'>Yes, they do.  But this too shall pass, and the holiday depression will soon depart. I hope.Off I go to the DR. this morning to admit I lied and get on with this work comp crap.It is cold, I have to finish Xmas shopping, (with no money as usual). Don't you just love standing in line?Me either.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/110372586390975575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=110372586390975575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/110372586390975575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/110372586390975575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/12/holidays-bite.html' title='holidays bite'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-110364190210236109</id><published>2004-12-21T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T09:11:42.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hello out there... anybody home??</title><summary type='text'>It has been many months since I have written down my thoughts here.  Tons of things have happened and it doesn't look like it will slow down anytime soon, so here is my update.First of all... since... let's see, was it August last time I wrote.. geesh..  I married my best friend in September, went back to work, started a law suit,  got another job, quit my job, wrecked my car, power shopped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/110364190210236109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=110364190210236109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/110364190210236109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/110364190210236109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello-out-there-anybody-home.html' title='hello out there... anybody home??'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-109231610561914779</id><published>2004-08-12T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T08:08:25.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perseids, ice cream, drive in movies</title><summary type='text'>Here it is August and I haven't even gotten revved up for summer at this point. Typical.The boys were here for the past few weeks.  It is amazing to watch them grow and change, and confusing to try to raise them as a part time parent.  Too many households and no consistancy on rules make it stressful for all involved.  We did ok with only one or two blow-ups, so I suppose I should consider </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/109231610561914779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=109231610561914779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109231610561914779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109231610561914779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/08/perseids-ice-cream-drive-in-movies.html' title='perseids, ice cream, drive in movies'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-109093560596607339</id><published>2004-07-27T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T08:40:05.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camelot - redefined.</title><summary type='text'>The Republicans are in trouble. GW, after last night, may just be yet another closed chapter in American history.  I say these things with all sincerity, waving my voter registration card in the air, feeling the need to march to the courthouse and change my party affiliation from Republican to Democrat.  (Sorry mom)As I watched Bill Clinton rivot the delegates (and myself) during his speech, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/109093560596607339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=109093560596607339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109093560596607339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109093560596607339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/07/camelot-redefined.html' title='Camelot - redefined.'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-109049987581384442</id><published>2004-07-22T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T07:37:55.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's hot when.....</title><summary type='text'>Remember when you were 15 and the stiffling heat of summer didn't even phase you? Boy, I do.  I remember sunbathing on top of mom and dad's motorhome in the driveway with my best friend.  I must have looked like an over-roasted marshmellow, but the heat didn't make me think twice. I was driving in my car yesterday and a few "you know when's" came to me.  Some of them actually happened, making it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/109049987581384442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=109049987581384442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109049987581384442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109049987581384442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-know-its-hot-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s hot when.....'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-109036098622764189</id><published>2004-07-20T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T17:03:06.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Pays To Bitch!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, YES, it pays to bitch! Gramma told me, and so did mom, if you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all. Honest to God I wasn't mean... I promise. But let me tell ya sista!! Halleluiah it paid off in spades today to dig in my heels and bitch. Here's how it went down.   We got this hokey phone call last April about "getting a free vacation, just for attending a presentation".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/109036098622764189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=109036098622764189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109036098622764189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/109036098622764189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/07/it-pays-to-bitch.html' title='It Pays To Bitch!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-108980980069746457</id><published>2004-07-14T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T07:56:40.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I give</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I admit it. I am (oh man, I am about to think this out loud)... I am middle aged. There. I got it out.  After planning, re-planning, and finally conceding, our wedding is officially a train wreck.  It started out on July 4th. It got moved to July 25th. It more than likely has degenerated from a wedding to a justice of the peace formality.  I wanted the specific day I dedicate my life to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/108980980069746457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=108980980069746457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108980980069746457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108980980069746457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-give.html' title='I give'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-108966381025807088</id><published>2004-07-12T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T15:23:30.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><summary type='text'>The interview in Lenexa went well... at least I feel it did. But I have had that feeling before. You know the one... you feel like you cinch the interview and the phone call never comes. I met four very nice people in a relaxed enviroment, spent a half hour with each selling myself (something not easy for me) and left with a decent feeling about it all. Now comes the incessent tapping of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/108966381025807088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=108966381025807088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108966381025807088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108966381025807088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/07/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-108956823509688118</id><published>2004-07-11T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T12:50:35.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime blues</title><summary type='text'>Music in suburbia is a tough row to hoe. Steve's band played last night in Lee's Summit to a crowd that was both appreciative and inattentive at the same time. The band had a few magic moments, but the best part was watching a group of guys smile through the entire night. Even when there was only four people left enjoying the show. It is a strange thing to see people wander out of a performance </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/108956823509688118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=108956823509688118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108956823509688118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108956823509688118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/07/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime blues'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176292.post-108938924861279094</id><published>2004-07-09T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T11:07:28.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there any respect left?</title><summary type='text'>July 8I had a job interview yesterday in Lenexa. It was a wonderful experience, as far as interviews go, and truly I am perfect for the position. I left the company feeling like it was a great environment, creative, expressive, free-flowing as you can get within a corporate structure. Today I will make that all important followup phone call to keep my name in the front of her memory and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/feeds/108938924861279094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7176292&amp;postID=108938924861279094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108938924861279094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7176292/posts/default/108938924861279094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanneighbors.blogspot.com/2004/07/is-there-any-respect-left.html' title='Is there any respect left?'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905670694402757667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6sTMkW2aHw/SSJG1xhCGPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lPlp93ZUpIg/S220/IMG_1553_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
