<?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-7731578</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:20:41.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on Purpose</title><subtitle type='html'>In this moment I am being.  Within each second that passes remains a timeless seam of consciousness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/1024/Flea40X%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/400/Flea40X%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dermatology.cdlib.org/DOJvol3num2/fleas/fleas.html"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In case you did not know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-111862549681454949?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/111862549681454949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=111862549681454949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/111862549681454949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/111862549681454949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/06/horror.html' title='The Horror!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-111671795066659014</id><published>2005-05-20T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:07:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/1024/first%20pic%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/400/first%20pic%20copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie's most inspirational &lt;a href="http://julie-interrupted.blogspot.com/2005/05/fade-into-night.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-111671795066659014?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/111671795066659014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=111671795066659014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/111671795066659014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/111671795066659014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/05/season-of-change.html' title='Season of change'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-111122017034869561</id><published>2005-03-19T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:16:10.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate going to the gym...Yet exercising is such a wonderful way to release all the nastiness that gets bogged up inside.  What that nastiness is, use your own imagination.   I don't have to tell you a thing cause you already know what's going on within you. You only have to connect with it and see it out the door.  I love going to the gym!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-111122017034869561?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/111122017034869561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=111122017034869561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/111122017034869561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/111122017034869561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/03/working-out.html' title='Working Out'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-111121935585708792</id><published>2005-03-19T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:07:08.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Warriors Lesson#4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Banish the illusion that certain professions are inherently better than others. A job or profession is only better or worse for you, depending upon your tastes and values. There are people in every field who are happy with their work and others who are unhappy with it . The key is finding work that matches your values and challenges your capacities. Finding the inherent meaning in any work is one of life's great blessings. More accureatly, you don't find meaning in work; you bestow meaning upon your work. We have become befuddled by status professions and star power, while the Eastern traditions are filled with stories about master butchers, Zen bakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Dan Millman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-111121935585708792?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/111121935585708792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=111121935585708792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/111121935585708792'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110932718744121379?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110932718744121379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110932718744121379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110932718744121379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110932718744121379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110932582450302255</id><published>2005-02-25T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:19:45.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friendly reminder for difficult times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://webpages.charter.net/jazzy74/breath05.wav" width="215" height="39" type="audio/x-wav" loop="infinite" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110932582450302255?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110932582450302255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110932582450302255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110932582450302255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110932582450302255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/02/friendly-reminder-for-difficult-times.html' title='A friendly reminder for difficult times'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110912910131870638</id><published>2005-02-22T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T02:02:40.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is it wrong to believe that "God" is infinite. I have a hard time believing that all the answers to life's questions are contained in one book. Can't some of life's finer moments be concealed from our knowledge until we are prepared to receive them? Death. What does death mean to you? The death of a bad habit, death to a nagging thought, death to bad breath, death to the human condition. I don't see death as an end more so a beginning to new adventures. Can the life in death have its own death? Do the answers to life questions become clear anytime soon? It is a cold world yet life never seemed more clear in moments like this. My skin &lt;em&gt;shivers&lt;/em&gt;, the rain pours slowing to a slightly less intensity. My back tightens and the toxins rustle within my body. Damn it's cold and I hold my breath making everything worse. Scared to breathe in, only to find life and death so closely related. If you take a breath in life becomes the miracle that we all look for and when we die we eventually stop breathing. So what then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110912910131870638?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110912910131870638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110912910131870638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110912910131870638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110912910131870638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-here.html' title='From here...'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110836474237541138</id><published>2005-02-13T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T23:55:15.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 seconds can destroy the intention!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fine! I will surrender to your short attention span and remove the 15 seconds of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pure hell&lt;/span&gt; that has kept you from my blog for the last week and a half. Apparently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/c/cherubim.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cherubim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; flying around for more than a couple of seconds was too much for all of you, let alone 15 seconds before they all flew away. Maybe you were afraid they would fly onto your screen and never leave? Like a virus infecting your eye sight doomed to never leave the mind, burnt into the deepest darkest caverns haunting you for eternity! Muhha ha ha, yes it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantheon.org/articles/c/cherubim.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110836474237541138?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110836474237541138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110836474237541138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110836474237541138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110836474237541138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/02/15-seconds-can-destroy-intention.html' title='15 seconds can destroy the intention!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110754921075546705</id><published>2005-02-04T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:44:09.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Warrior Lesson#3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing past disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each disappointment in your life will continue to weigh you down only until you learn and accept what that it has to teach you. The moment a disappointment becomes a learning and growing experience is the moment in which it is transformed into a triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance to learn from your shortcomings and grow out of your disappointments is one of the richest opportunities you can ever experience. Adversity is a thorough, effective and highly personalized teacher. The powerful lessons learned in the midst of disappointment will stay with you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can bring yourself to be grateful for your problems you'll begin to harvest their positive value. Life is difficult; out of that difficulty grows meaning and beauty. In each disappointment is the seed of fulfillment. Learn what it has to teach and you'll be moving yourself forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Daily Motivator® at www.dailymotivator.com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110754921075546705?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110754921075546705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110754921075546705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110754921075546705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110754921075546705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/02/peaceful-warrior-lesson3.html' title='Peaceful Warrior Lesson#3'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110672904947646880</id><published>2005-01-26T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:41:38.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Warrior Lesson#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tame Your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You perceive the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;through an obscure window&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of beliefs, interpretations, and associations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world is therefore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a reflection of your mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As your mind clears, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you perceive reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simply as it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does your experience of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reveal about your filters of perception?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Dan Millman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110672904947646880?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110672904947646880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110672904947646880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110672904947646880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110672904947646880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/peaceful-warrior-lesson2.html' title='Peaceful Warrior Lesson#2'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110661349466575080</id><published>2005-01-24T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:02:47.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that someone took the time out to come up with mathematical figures, charts &amp; graphs, in order to show us all how depressed we are going to become on any given day? According to CNN Headline News a mathematician summarized that "Today is the Most Depressing Day of the Year". Due to taxes, the end of the Christmas Season, rainy whether, and so on, we are more likely to be at our bottom on this particular day, January 24. Not to mention that this day is on a Monday, CNN news so poignantly pointed on. &lt;strong&gt;It's a full moon tonight too!&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know if I can finish this post I'm feeling so blue. The tears are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blurring my vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Maybe it's laughter tears at such a preposterous assumption about the human condition. What's even more scary is it may all be true. Maybe people do let the weather rule their emotions. Maybe people do freak out about their financial situations and let that kill their day. Well shame on you world. There are friends to call, people to hang out with, letters to write, blogs to blog, and pets to pet. Plenty to keep us busy, instead of worrying about ourselves and the things we have no control of in the first place. So sit at home and sulk, that's what I'm doing because somebody said that this is my day to do so. Better watch out because I see a brand new nation holiday coming!  I love it already.  This could be the perfect three day holiday.  Come on people feel blue.  Don't you feel it?  I know I do. Blue!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110661349466575080?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110661349466575080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110661349466575080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110661349466575080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110661349466575080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/blue-monday.html' title='Blue Monday'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110646878506060560</id><published>2005-01-22T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:38:04.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to write... So I am just writing.  Putting down what ever words come to me, through my arms, into my fingers, onto the keyboard, through the keyboard wires, into my computer, and god knows where from there.  I'm just glad that I don't have to worry about that part. It's only taken me all day to tweak out my blog, if I had to know how a computer functioned I'd be in big trouble.  So here I am, having had all day to post something, yet I failed to come up with anything.  So I ramble.  I hear I may come up with something to say if I just write...  About nothing.  It has not helped so far...  I must be doomed to a lack of my imagination again.  A pattern I have been in for some time.  I guess that's why it all comes out at work.  I have to express my creativity somehow.  Surging through my hands I kneed out peoples knots.  Not always so glamorous yet I find it fascinating.  I have been able to manipulate muscle like no other you'll ever meet.  My hands are to knots as metal detectors are to a needle in a hay stack.  I have been told that I can find knots that no one else has ever found.  So why do I feel cursed at times.  I massage people day in and day out, never breaking for hours at times.  I enjoy myself most of the time.  Yet still there is this curse.  I am destined to live out my day with it.  I am sure of it.  What is so crazy is my curse is love.  I love all, serve all.  If you are in need and my heart is completely full I will find some way to widen it to let you in.  I can't turn away when a friend is in need.  Sometimes I feel pulled in 30 different directions and yet I manage to stay in one piece.  I manage to give "the best massage I ever had" and I come home filled.  Filled with a sense of accomplishment.  I was able to help someone let go of years of repressed emotions.  Whether it was sadness from a loss of a family pet, laughter in a stressful moment, or fear over the cancer that they just took out of your body. It's not always an easy task.  Depending on the person and their mood it can be like night and day.  The same person may be completely open and willing one day and the next not so. Well enough venting...  The curse is not such a curse really.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110646878506060560?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110646878506060560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110646878506060560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110646878506060560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110646878506060560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110620749327398310</id><published>2005-01-19T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T12:40:04.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Warrior Lesson#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pain, whether in body, mind or emotions, is a fire storm that purifies all in its path, clearing old karmas and teaching new lessons. Don't seek pain, but when it comes, the path out of the fire reveals hard-earned wisdom. Giving birth involves labor pains, even when we are the one being reborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;Dan Millman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110620749327398310?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110620749327398310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110620749327398310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110620749327398310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110620749327398310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/peaceful-warrior-lesson1.html' title='Peaceful Warrior Lesson#1'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110572871003220549</id><published>2005-01-14T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T14:38:24.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Classic IQ Test</title><content type='html'>What's Your IQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/inquisitor2_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/200/inquisitor2_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Jeff! Your IQ score is 122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/uiq/payment.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is &lt;strong&gt;Inventive Inquisitor&lt;/strong&gt;. You have the unusual distinction of being equally good at math and verbal skills. This means you are a creative thinker and are uniquely good at teaching others through experiences. You are also a great improviser and very good at handling change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not the best score in the world... Yet for me, I am happy with it. I have never scored high on any standardized test and can't remember the last time I even took a test with math questions on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this test at &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com"&gt;http://web.tickle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110572871003220549?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110572871003220549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110572871003220549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110572871003220549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110572871003220549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/classic-iq-test.html' title='The Classic IQ Test'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110568010865081546</id><published>2005-01-13T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:01:09.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink Blot Test </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/peace_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/200/peace_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, your subconscious mind is driven most by Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/inkblot/payment.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven by a higher purpose than most people. You have a deeply-rooted desire to facilitate peacefulness in the world. Whether through subtle interactions with love ones, or through getting involved in social causes, it is important to you to influence the world.You are driven by a desire to encourage others to think about the positive side of things instead of focusing on the negative. The reason your unconscious is consumed by this might stem from an innate fear of war and turmoil. Thus, to avoid that uncomfortable place for you, your unconscious seeks out the peace in your environment. Usually, the thing that underlies this unconscious drive is a deep respect for humankind. You care about the future of the world, even beyond your own involvement in it. As a result, your personal integrity acts as a surrogate for your deeper drive toward peace and guides you in daily life towards decisions that are respectful toward yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Peace, there is much more to who you are at your core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this test at &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com"&gt;http://web.tickle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110568010865081546?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110568010865081546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110568010865081546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110568010865081546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110568010865081546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/ink-blot-test.html' title='Ink Blot Test '/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110567286949949600</id><published>2005-01-13T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:21:09.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you just don't get it?!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that moment in time where something happens or someone tells you something and you just don't get it?  You may even have them repeat it to you and still it makes no sense.  Further you probe trying to obtain a grasp on things and the more aggitated the person gets at you for not understanding.  It's as if there is one piece missing, yet it's there the whole time, you just can't see it.  Frustrating isn't it.  I guess that's why most of the time you just don't probe... you shrug your shoulders instead or laugh half heartedly as to not make an issue out of you not understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110567286949949600?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110567286949949600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110567286949949600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110567286949949600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110567286949949600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-you-just-dont-get-it.html' title='When you just don&apos;t get it?!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110567147993282000</id><published>2005-01-13T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:31:19.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things We Learned About Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For those of you who don't read blogger news:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio had its golden age in the 1930s. In the 1950s, it was television's turn. Historians may well date the golden age of the blog from 2004—when Merriam-Webster.com's most searched-for definition was blog. How long can it last? Who knows? Here's what we discovered about the new medium this year&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/time/letters/email_letter.html','letter','width=400,height=420,status=no,scrollbars=yes')" href="http://www.time.com/time/personoftheyear/2004/poymoments.html#"&gt;CHRIS TAYLOR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted Sunday, December 19, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging Can Get You Fired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Delta flight attendant Ellen Simonetti, 30—a leggy blond and self-styled "queen of the sky"—began her blog, she thought it would be fun to post pinup snapshots of herself in uniform. Delta wasn't amused and promptly fired her. Undaunted, Simonetti retitled the blog Diary of a Fired Flight Attendant and detailed her legal battle to get her job back.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://queenofsky.journalspace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;queenofsky.journalspace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers Get Scoops Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;After book editor Russ Kick read that the U.S. military was clamping down on press photos of coffins coming back from Iraq, he didn't just pen an angry rant on his blog, the Memory Hole. He filed a Freedom of Information Act request—and embarrassingly for the Pentagon, was mailed a CD from the Air Force with 361 coffin snaps, which he promptly posted. The national press, which hadn't thought to ask whether the military had pictures, beat a path to Kick's door.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://thememoryhole.org/" target="_blank"&gt;thememoryhole.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers Keep News Alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your blog hasn't succeeded in getting national attention for your pet issue? Don't lose heart. Just blog, link and repeat. It worked for conservative bloggers like Glenn Reynolds of Instapundit, who trumpeted the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth's claims this summer, as well as for liberal blogs like Daily Kos, which investigated evidence that President Bush wore a wire in his first debate. Some of the issues had questionable merit, but persistent bloggers made the subjects tough to ignore. Say it enough times online, and someone is bound to hear you.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://instapundit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Instapundit.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dailykos.com/" target="_blank"&gt;dailykos.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers Can Be Titillating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May a blog graphically detailing the sex life of an anonymous Capitol Hill staff member prompted D.C.'s most intriguing game of guess-the-author since Primary Colors. Jessica Cutler, a.k.a. Washingtonienne, was later outed and fired by her boss, Ohio Republican Mike DeWine, for "inappropriate use of Senate computers." (Her site is not for kids.) In another sign of the times, her first postfiring interview was with Wonkette, another Washington blogger.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://washingtoniennearchive.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;washingtoniennearchive.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wonkette.com/" target="_blank"&gt;wonkette.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers Can Be Fakers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain Layne, a highly personal blog supposedly belonging to a Minnesota lesbian named Layne Johnson that drew thousands of fans over 3 1/2 years before mysteriously disappearing, was revealed to be a hoax. Hundreds of fans helped track down the real author, Odin Soli, 35, a male entrepreneur from Woodbury, Minn. Later in the year, fake Bill Clinton and Andy Kaufman blogs became hits.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://plainlayne.dreamhost.com/" target="_blank"&gt;plainlayne.dreamhost.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://billclintondailydiary.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;billclintondailydiary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers Make MoneyEarn a living in your pajamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Online ads (along with Google's automated ad server) allow popular bloggers to go pro. Joshua Micah Marshall of talkingpointsmemo.com, a political blog, says he makes $5,000 a month from banner ads—enough to hire a research assistant.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://talkingpointsmemo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;talkingpointsmemo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Bloggers Are Women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men may have taken the lead in the early (read: geeky) days of blogging, but that's not the case now. According to a survey of more than 4 million blogs by Perseus Development, 56% were created by women. More bad news for the boys: men are more likely than women to abandon their blog once it's created. Call blogging a 21st century room of one's own.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://blogsisters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blogsisters.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candidates Love Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O.K., so Howard Dean never wrote his blog. But his campaign workers posted a surprisingly intimate online diary of life on the road, and Dean had collected $20 million in contributions via the Internet alone by the end of January 2004. It didn't take long for other politicos to catch on. When New York attorney general Eliot Spitzer announced that he was running for Governor this month, he did so on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://blog.deanforamerica.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog.deanforamerica.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://spitzer2006.com/" target="_blank"&gt;spitzer2006.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pets Have Blogs Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It started as an in-joke among feline-friendly bloggers: why not post pictures of their cats every Friday afternoon? Friday catblogging became a hit, and soon even NASA was playing along by posting pictures of the Cat's Eye nebula.&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://carnivalofthecats.com/" target="_blank"&gt;carnivalofthecats.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Can Do ItBlogs wouldn't be such a democratic medium if they weren't so easy to set up. The most popular service, Blogger, owned by Google, boasts features like push-button photoblogging. Microsoft has launched a trial version of its own blogging service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110567147993282000?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110567147993282000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110567147993282000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110567147993282000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110567147993282000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/10-things-we-learned-about-blogs.html' title='10 Things We Learned About Blogs'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110551787877244335</id><published>2005-01-12T01:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:56:58.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Jazzy&lt;br /&gt;2 Jefe&lt;br /&gt;3 Jeffrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 screen names you have:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 jazzy74&lt;br /&gt;2 aandj7&lt;br /&gt;3 jeff.d.morgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you like about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 My eyes&lt;br /&gt;2 My sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;3 My connection to the divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you hate/dislike about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I'm skinny&lt;br /&gt;2 My voice is high pitched&lt;br /&gt;3 I lack motivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 My psychic powers&lt;br /&gt;2 Kind&lt;br /&gt;3 My delusional states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Oversized spiders (like the ones in Harry Poter)&lt;br /&gt;2 Not knowing the truth&lt;br /&gt;3 Dying in extreme pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 A hot shower&lt;br /&gt;2 A bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;3 A hug from my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you're wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 My Andre sneakers from Paris&lt;br /&gt;2 A long sleeved velour shirt&lt;br /&gt;3 My favorite pair of Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of your favorite bands/artists(today):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Ambulance LTD&lt;br /&gt;2 The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;3 Richard Ashcroft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 of your favorite songs at present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 "Sugar Pill", Ambulance LTD&lt;br /&gt;2 "Life on Mars", Seu Jorge doing David Bowie cover&lt;br /&gt;3 "The Widow", The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you want to try in the next twelve months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 Snowboarding again (since I missed last season)&lt;br /&gt;2 Road Trip (not sure where)&lt;br /&gt;3 Surfing again (whenever I can afford a board)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you want(have) in a relationship(love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Patience and understanding&lt;br /&gt;2 Time for each other&lt;br /&gt;3 More massages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 truths and a lie(in no particular order, to keep you guessing):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I was a tweaker&lt;br /&gt;2 I ran naked on the beach in the Canary Islands&lt;br /&gt;3 I love downhill skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 physical things about a love interest that appeal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Eyes (because they turn bronze and green)&lt;br /&gt;2 Lips (because they're thick and juicy)&lt;br /&gt;3 Stomach (because it's the most beautiful belly, and she lets me kiss it all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you just can't do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Use a microwave (convenience is selective and subjective)&lt;br /&gt;2 Laundry (my wife always beats me to it, yeah that's the ticket)&lt;br /&gt;3 Sit idly by while someone needs your help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Body boarding&lt;br /&gt;2 Listening to music&lt;br /&gt;3 Playing Video Games on friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you want to do really badly right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Yoga (sitting at this computer filling out this long ass survey is making me sore!)&lt;br /&gt;2 Go swimming (too bad the ocean is butt cold and dirty :( right now)&lt;br /&gt;3 Receive a massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 careers you're considering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 Occupational Therapy&lt;br /&gt;2 Stay at home Dad&lt;br /&gt;3 Open my own Wellness Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 places you want to go on vacation/holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Italy&lt;br /&gt;2 Greece&lt;br /&gt;3 Go back to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 kids names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Lillian&lt;br /&gt;2 Ethan&lt;br /&gt;3 Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 Skydive&lt;br /&gt;2 Be a "cool" grandpa&lt;br /&gt;3 Put an end to surveys like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 people who have to take this quiz now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Anna&lt;br /&gt;2 Melissa&lt;br /&gt;3 Karinne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110551787877244335?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110551787877244335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110551787877244335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110551787877244335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110551787877244335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110532279113070810</id><published>2005-01-09T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:13:49.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom </title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After my Mom's death, ten years ago today, I found it very difficult to have positive memories of her. The only thing my mind kept going over was the sickness. The cancer that had taken over our family. I was sick myself for awhile after she died. My minds eye very rarely saw the good memories of her. As crazy as it sounds, she appeared to me a few times in the flesh.  &lt;em&gt;Many explain it away as something that happens to people going through extreme grief, as if it was not real&lt;/em&gt;. Yet each time she visited, she was as sick as the day before she died. It was about four years later when she appeared to me the way she was before the cancer. The way she is in this picture. I could now see her through healthy eyes. On that day I was visited by an angel who took me to heaven, we celebrated and they sung happy birthday to me. Ever since then positive memories of my mother have come flooding in and continue to when I least expect it. This is the way I imagine my mom would look if I could see her in front of me right now. Ageless. Beautiful beyond all words. Healthy and happy. The way she truly is. I love you Mom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110532279113070810?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110532279113070810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110532279113070810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110532279113070810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110532279113070810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/mom.html' title='Mom '/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110512638537480202</id><published>2005-01-07T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T11:33:34.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane in my Brain</title><content type='html'>It just sucks when you want to do something that is possable and you can't because something went wrong... I'm going insane!  How do you take that quiz any how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110512638537480202?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110512638537480202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110512638537480202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110512638537480202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110512638537480202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/insane-in-my-brain.html' title='Insane in my Brain'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110506863182424136</id><published>2005-01-06T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:06:14.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS F@#KIN' BLOG!</title><content type='html'>For two months I have not been able to put a picture up for myself because of blogger. Until I figure out a way... I quit using this thing! Too much of a pain in the arse! Maybe I'll find somewhere else to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110506863182424136?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110506863182424136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110506863182424136' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110506863182424136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110506863182424136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-fkin-blog.html' title='THIS F@#KIN&apos; BLOG!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-110231404080111776</id><published>2004-12-05T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:01:21.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna could not go on without a second cat in the home, so we adopted Zoe. She was 10 weeks when we picked her up. Zoe was taken back to the pet store by her previous owner because she was "feisty". We don't mind feisty kittens so we were glad to take her in. She was not feisty, she was down right devilish, and we loved it! To tame this beast we gave her all the love in the world. Now, Zoe is the sweetest little thing you could imagine. Did I mention that she is close to complete blindness. Could that be the reason she was feisty?  Now that she has mapped out the house and gotten use to our scent she has become the welcome new addition to our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-110231404080111776?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/110231404080111776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=110231404080111776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110231404080111776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/110231404080111776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/12/zoe.html' title='Zoe'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109989075557439329</id><published>2004-11-07T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:10:03.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty</title><content type='html'>Anna and I, with much reluctance, had to put our cat Misty down on November 1, 2004. &lt;em&gt;Misty was a gift from heaven.&lt;/em&gt; Sometime in 1986 two young girls came to the house carrying a kitten in a basket on their bike. They were looking for the mother of the kitten. We had just lost one of our cats not a month prior and were willing to take the kitten in if they could not find her home. Hours went by and no sign from the girls, we assumed that they had found her home, much to our dismay. A knock came at our door when all seemed grey. Misty became the Family cat until 1995, that is when I moved from home and took sole care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Misty's outdoor years she was the toughest one we had ever had. This cat brought home every critter in a three mile radius. She left us presents, (lizards, birds, mice, gophers, a rabbit, etc...) at our door every other week. She even made an attempt on a hawk with at least a four foot wing span. We thought Misty was a goner for sure when she came home in a pool of blood with a scapula broken in two places. She was shot by a pellet gun, &lt;strong&gt;(something I just found out about a month ago when we took her in for X-rays).  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's been an indoor cat since 1995!&lt;/strong&gt; Misty was the first cat we ever owned to have kittens, a total of five. One of her babies came with me as well, her name was Shadow. Shadow died of cancer in 1997/8, (I', m a little fuzzy on the exact date, self induced).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty mellowed out with age and became the most loyal and loving cat I have ever known. Anna fell in love with Misty the first time she saw her. Misty brought comfort and love into our home and she will be sorely missed. We love you Misty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109989075557439329?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109989075557439329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109989075557439329' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109989075557439329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109989075557439329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/11/misty.html' title='Misty'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109988680257885289</id><published>2004-11-07T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:12:38.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Misty find her Way Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/test2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/400/test2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109988680257885289?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109988680257885289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109988680257885289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109988680257885289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109988680257885289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/11/may-misty-find-her-way-home.html' title='May Misty find her Way Home'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109945545014398099</id><published>2004-11-02T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T13:19:21.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Knows I'd Love to See Him, again and again!</title><content type='html'>I have seen Morrissey several times throughout the last 15 years and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never has he sung so unbelievably well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. His quick wit and dry humor had me giggling like a teenager in heat. If I were gay, Morrissey would be my lover! My sister said something about him subtly bidding his farewells and I nearly wanted to &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt;. I pray she is wrong, I am hooked on the intoxication that Moz has filled me with! Don't stop now Morrissey, my sister and I need you! And so does Tony the Pony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109945545014398099?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109945545014398099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109945545014398099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109945545014398099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109945545014398099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/11/he-knows-id-love-to-see-him-again-and.html' title='He Knows I&apos;d Love to See Him, again and again!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109875410225029413</id><published>2004-10-25T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:38:00.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See, kindness isn't weak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="You represent... kindness." src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289761_Akindness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent... kindness.You're a very gentle, kind, and caring individual.&lt;br /&gt;You truely care about people and are generally&lt;br /&gt;well-liked. Though sometimes you may be&lt;br /&gt;perceived as weak, you truely have a strong&lt;br /&gt;heart and a good desire to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109875410225029413?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109875410225029413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109875410225029413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109875410225029413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109875410225029413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/10/see-kindness-isnt-weak.html' title='See, kindness isn&apos;t weak!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109816897124880092</id><published>2004-10-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:59:37.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Type to release</title><content type='html'>I've been at the computer for a couple of hours typing, retyping, erasing, and rarely publishing a thing. All I can focus on is how I can empower myself and the position I am in right now. Today I made a slight breakthrough with a client of mine. We cried together for a moment recognizing each others pain and experience in this life and it felt wonderful. I have to thank my sister for the breakthrough since many of her ideas about letting yourself experience the full spectrum of your emotions came up. I have always supported the idea that you must not repress your feelings or you may end up even more damaged than you already are. Everyone experiences stress and pain. How do you cope with the life you have been given? How easy is it for you to allow yourself to go thru the bends? To embrace your experiences and let them go, understanding the process. I am convinced that we are much better off expressing our selves as long as we can do so peacefully. That does not mean quietly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109816897124880092?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109816897124880092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109816897124880092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109816897124880092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109816897124880092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/10/type-to-release.html' title='Type to release'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109816542322793862</id><published>2004-10-18T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:58:54.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a miracle that is our body, mind, and spirit</title><content type='html'>"...quantum healing, I would say this: quantum healing is the ability of one mode of consciousness (the mind) to spontaneously correct the mistakes in another mode of consciousness (the body). It is a completely self-enclosed process. If pressed for a shorter definition, I would say simply that quantum healing makes peace. When consciousness is fragmented, it starts a war in the mind-body system. This war lies behind many diseases, giving rise to what modern medicine calls their psychosomatic component. The rishis might call it "the fear born of duality," and they would consider it not a component but the chief cause of all illness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the word &lt;em&gt;rishi&lt;/em&gt; itself stands for a person who has learned to enter the fourth state at will and observe what is there. This ability is not "thinking" as we use the term- the whole phenomenon is an immediate experience, like recognizing the fragrance of lilacs or the sound of a friend's voice. It is immediate, nonverbal, and unlike a flower's fragrance, totally transforming... In short, these sages observed existence in its purest form."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the book Quantum Healing &lt;em&gt;Exploring the Frontiers of Mind/Body Medicine &lt;/em&gt;by Deepak Chopra, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else interested in quantum physics? Care to share any of your knowledge on the subject matter. Or an experience you may have had or witnessed with the miracle that is our body, mind, and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109816542322793862?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109816542322793862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109816542322793862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109816542322793862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109816542322793862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/10/miracle-that-is-our-body-mind-and.html' title='a miracle that is our body, mind, and spirit'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109763921694524449</id><published>2004-10-12T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:53:32.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the time to blog, or the lack there of!</title><content type='html'>Everytime I get on the computer to put something down I get sidetracked.  I thought I'd blog a couple times a day and keep on the up and up.  I guess not.  I will have to plan my day better I guess. Stop sleeping in until noon would probably help.  Anyway I gotta go watch my favorite tv show, bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109763921694524449?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109763921694524449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109763921694524449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109763921694524449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109763921694524449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-time-to-blog-or-lack-there-of.html' title='All the time to blog, or the lack there of!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109710032258745661</id><published>2004-10-06T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:05:22.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the time to blog</title><content type='html'>Work is slow.  So I wait patiently for my next client at 4:00.  Any chance to Blog, right!  The phone keeps ringing and I keep answering it so I guess I gotta go already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109710032258745661?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109710032258745661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109710032258745661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109710032258745661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109710032258745661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-time-to-blog.html' title='All the time to blog'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109704523044521113</id><published>2004-10-05T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:06:40.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fight in your head!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel angered by a person for no real reason at all? They just look at you a certain way and you want to rip their head off! Or maybe they coughed one too many times for your own sanity. They might have asked one too many questions or came around one too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well chill out or your headed for a diseased heart and a ice cold soul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109704523044521113?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109704523044521113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109704523044521113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109704523044521113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109704523044521113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/10/fight-in-your-head.html' title='The fight in your head!'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109642993933681841</id><published>2004-09-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T20:55:18.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Back Michael Jackson Thriller</title><content type='html'>What a &lt;em&gt;strange &lt;/em&gt;title to a complex thought that only lasted a second... or so. During one of the scenes of the movie Michael Jackson Thriller came on. No one was dancing, so one brave soul ventured out on the dance floor to get the party started. Anyone know what movie I am talking about? Well, everyone began dancing after a while and they all knew the dance from the video perfectly. It made me think about how amazingly influential Michael's music was at the time. People all over the world know this dance. Michael Jackson was an inspiration to so many musicians and dancers alike. I say we bring back Michael Jackson Thriller and capture that feeling like the first time you heard it. The time at the roller rink where everybody stopped to watch the video on one of those 18" t.v.'s scattered about the rink. The time at home the video was aired on video hits 1 or MTV and made you want to dance... The time it made you want to learn all the moves to the video and all it's zombies and wherewolves. Bring Back Michael Jackson Thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know the moves, but if I did I would do them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. the movie was 13 going on 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109642993933681841?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109642993933681841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109642993933681841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109642993933681841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109642993933681841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/bring-back-michael-jackson-thriller.html' title='Bring Back Michael Jackson Thriller'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109642844900023031</id><published>2004-09-28T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T20:27:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epiphany that Never Happened</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe this one is self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109642844900023031?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109642844900023031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109642844900023031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109642844900023031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109642844900023031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/epiphany-that-never-happened.html' title='The Epiphany that Never Happened'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109642821220287522</id><published>2004-09-28T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T23:35:36.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange, but True</title><content type='html'>I sat up late one night watching a movie with Anna. During the movie I happened upon a down poor of thoughts. None of them seemed complete. All I came up with were titles for blogs. I wrote over a dozen or so each with a glimpse of a completed thought that only lasted for a second. Does that make any sense? A title + whole idea - second = title. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Confused? So am I?! Anyhow, I was looking over the titles I came up with wondering what I saw for that second. What would I write for them?! So, here is my next Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109642821220287522?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109642821220287522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109642821220287522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109642821220287522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109642821220287522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/strange-but-true.html' title='Strange, but True'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109588164373031878</id><published>2004-09-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T02:01:07.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why all the spiders?</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't really know... I suppose I'm fascinated by these scary little creatures . I see a beauty in their being that is like no other in this world. These particular spiders that I have focused on only come around for a few months out of the year. I might as well capture a bit of their short life and share it with you. Besides, you are much safer on the other side of that screen. Not that they would bite me or anything! Yet, I know you don't want to find out for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109588164373031878?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109588164373031878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109588164373031878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109588164373031878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109588164373031878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-all-spiders.html' title='Why all the spiders?'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109588105589642774</id><published>2004-09-22T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T12:27:13.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monster I Created Called My Sister</title><content type='html'>I am so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,... I introduce this blogging thing to my sister and she takes it,&lt;em&gt; runs&lt;/em&gt; with it, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mutilates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it and makes it her own in a way not many could ever comprehend. Ok, so maybe I am not so much jealous as I am envious. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To make matters worse&lt;/span&gt;, she won't share her new found knowledge of making a cool blog with me. I guess I'll have to do as she has done and spend hour upon hour fiddling about on the computer and reading up on blogging. She's even gone so far as to creating a new blog with another free service called My Space. Will her creative and unique approach to blogging ever end! I don't see that coming any time soon... So feel free to go to the link for my sister's blog and view all the cool effects she has learned. She is never satisfied, by the way, so comment on her stuff and &lt;strong&gt;let her know how cool she really is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109588105589642774?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109588105589642774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109588105589642774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109588105589642774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109588105589642774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/monster-i-created-called-my-sister.html' title='The Monster I Created Called My Sister'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109479613061522850</id><published>2004-09-09T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T12:10:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost,... yet still seeking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About Me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have been lost and seeking many times. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does this define me?&lt;/span&gt; No, I have been in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; afair&lt;/em&gt; with myself for many years. I am found more so than not. I know myself well, the limitations and errors of my being are only small complications compared to the love and beauty that surrounds me. I am truely blessed for the life that I have been given. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Although I have not always been at my best&lt;/span&gt;,  I shall not deny myself of the experience.  To become even more gentle and kind without being a door mat is nice. I am not sure life hands you a bum deal everytime?! &lt;strong&gt;You make the best out of your situation&lt;/strong&gt;. You can't let your situation define who you are. You are in control of your own wealth and happiness. So I move on with my life defining the moments as they come rolling in. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;God how I love when everything becomes synchronized... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109479613061522850?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109479613061522850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109479613061522850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109479613061522850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109479613061522850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/lost-yet-still-seeking.html' title='Lost,... yet still seeking?'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109434777883810275</id><published>2004-09-04T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:37:58.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the right time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pondering a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109434777883810275?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109434777883810275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109434777883810275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434777883810275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434777883810275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/waiting-for-right-time.html' title='Waiting for the right time'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109434774442445349</id><published>2004-09-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:28:32.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider #3 up close</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/spider#3(revise).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/spider%233(revise).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spider #3 scares the sh*t out of me up close. I think I'll keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109434774442445349?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109434774442445349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109434774442445349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434774442445349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434774442445349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/spider-3-up-close.html' title='Spider #3 up close'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109434772013552285</id><published>2004-09-04T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:27:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/spider#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/spider%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spider #3 sits still waiting to pounce on his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109434772013552285?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109434772013552285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109434772013552285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434772013552285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434772013552285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/spider-3.html' title='Spider #3'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109434764544659739</id><published>2004-09-04T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:11:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/Spider#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/Spider%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spider#2 scared me even more than spider #1, his web has been in my nightmares for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109434764544659739?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109434764544659739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109434764544659739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434764544659739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434764544659739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/spider-2.html' title='Spider #2'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109434760284117984</id><published>2004-09-04T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:08:41.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider #1 Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/spider#1(eating).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/spider%231(eating).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spider#1 did not scare me as much after I saw the size of his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109434760284117984?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109434760284117984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109434760284117984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434760284117984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434760284117984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/spider-1-eating.html' title='Spider #1 Eating'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109434755883707151</id><published>2004-09-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:07:47.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/spider#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/spider%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spider #1 has been in my nightmares for the last couple of nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109434755883707151?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109434755883707151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109434755883707151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434755883707151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434755883707151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/spider-1.html' title='Spider #1'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109434745916181747</id><published>2004-09-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:03:17.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses at Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/Roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These roses started to bloom just before sundown.  I thought I'd take a picture and that is when I noticed the spiders all around.  See next pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109434745916181747?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109434745916181747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109434745916181747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434745916181747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109434745916181747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/roses-at-night.html' title='Roses at Night'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109424533411400549</id><published>2004-09-03T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:36:01.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ever constant relay</title><content type='html'>It's insane, this life, the ever constant relay. Always running around trying to keep up with the rest of the world. I'd much rather go for a swim in the ocean. Yet nothing gets accomplished just floating around in the sea. So I sit at the computer at work waiting for my next client to come in. Not sure of the pain and problems they will bring in for me to work out. I, not so much a miracle worker, take a deep breath and remind them of what they are capable of. Some listen and take action, others listen and only that, whilst others could not even give a damn. Why are so many westerners so out of touch with their own bodies? Ignoring the warning signs and eventually ending up here in my place of employment, the rehab. I'm not sure what drives me to come in each day, but somehow I make it in. I am usually praised for a job well done and they walk out smiling. Maybe that is enough to keep me here. I don't know. What I do know is the problems and pain they leave behind haunt me each day. I need to escape them and some how I always find a way. A positive and healing way. Here's my stop, see you around next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109424533411400549?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109424533411400549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109424533411400549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109424533411400549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109424533411400549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/09/ever-constant-relay.html' title='The ever constant relay'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109363996404490193</id><published>2004-08-27T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:59:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vegas Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, the litter on the ground. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, the sweltering of the air. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, filthy and tossed about. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Friends&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, we have a good one.  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;, summer is nearly over and time for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109363996404490193?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109363996404490193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109363996404490193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109363996404490193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109363996404490193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/vegas-tale.html' title='A Vegas Tale'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109336763325834484</id><published>2004-08-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T17:01:13.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon arrival to Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/30935/88762.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109336763325834484?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109336763325834484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109336763325834484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109336763325834484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109336763325834484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/upon-arrival-to-las-vegas.html' title='Upon arrival to Las Vegas'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109312184065765597</id><published>2004-08-21T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T22:55:46.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friendly Neighborhood Spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/DSCF0006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/DSCF0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spider I came across in our laundry room is not so friendly when provoked, but she did pose for me. If you look close, I think she's winking at the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109312184065765597?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109312184065765597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109312184065765597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109312184065765597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109312184065765597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/friendly-neighborhood-spider_21.html' title='The Friendly Neighborhood Spider'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109312153145967294</id><published>2004-08-21T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T14:07:38.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in my Blog, It's in my Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/DSCF0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/DSCF0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109312153145967294?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109312153145967294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109312153145967294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-in-my-blog-its-in-my-brain.html' title='It&apos;s in my Blog, It&apos;s in my Brain'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109312016358904526</id><published>2004-08-21T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T13:33:02.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uncontrollable Tension of My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;It's in my blog, it's in my brain. The uncontrollable &lt;strong&gt;tension&lt;/strong&gt; of my mind. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I create it. A couple cups of coffee. An empty stomach. The perfect formula for disaster. I know it but I repeat it over and over again. Just for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buzz&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Am I an addict? Possably for the buzz of controlled chaos. Is it sick?... My stomach knows it is... What's funny is somehow I think I'm one in a billion experiencing this cycle of abuse and I'm not. F*ck it, and pour me another cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109312016358904526?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109312016358904526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109312016358904526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109312016358904526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109312016358904526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/uncontrollable-tension-of-my-mind.html' title='The Uncontrollable Tension of My Mind'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109297031271839528</id><published>2004-08-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T19:51:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Lazy Bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't written in awhile. I find it difficult to keep a steady routine, although I would like to. I guess I am just like the rest of &lt;em&gt;all the lazy bloggers&lt;/em&gt; out there. &lt;strong&gt;Nevertheless&lt;/strong&gt;, I am here now. Blogging away, only to share something to those that lay their eyes on these words of a lazy bastard like myself. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's alright, don't feel sorry for me, I never asked for your pity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got tickets to Morrissey, the killers, the walkmen, Ian Brown of the stone roses, franz ferdinand, death cab for cutie, and many more...&lt;/span&gt; What's better is they are playing together. God has blessed me and my family.  Hence the reason I feel so inclined to type these words to you tonight.  &lt;strong&gt;Yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109297031271839528?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109297031271839528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109297031271839528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109297031271839528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109297031271839528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/all-lazy-bloggers.html' title='All the Lazy Bloggers'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109203269853956698</id><published>2004-08-08T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T13:54:54.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message from my Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/30935/84182.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109203269853956698?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109203269853956698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109203269853956698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109203269853956698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109203269853956698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/message-from-my-wife.html' title='A Message from my Wife'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109201486852550792</id><published>2004-08-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T19:59:15.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/30935/84049.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109201486852550792?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109201486852550792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109201486852550792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/08/like-snow.html' title='Like the Snow'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109126115759914388</id><published>2004-07-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T18:11:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Healer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I surprise myself. Life is full of surprises. Are you surprised? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't care if you believe. My surprises are their own and maybe they will find you if you let it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe not! Ok so I'm not as surprised as I am confirmed that my thoughts are your own. Positive thoughts manifest a positive universe. A positive community that awakens from the darkness that negativity breeds. I pray that I live in the light and spread positivity thru-out the world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109126115759914388?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109126115759914388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109126115759914388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109126115759914388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109126115759914388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/07/quick-healer.html' title='Quick Healer'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109126023522792269</id><published>2004-07-31T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T00:50:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pounding in the back of My Head</title><content type='html'>It's truly amazing how life works sometimes. You really need to be careful what you say or do, you may end up with a pounding in the back of your head. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109126023522792269?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109126023522792269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109126023522792269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109126023522792269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109126023522792269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/07/pounding-in-back-of-my-head.html' title='The Pounding in the back of My Head'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109111687185371882</id><published>2004-07-29T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T14:24:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/DSCF0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is not functioning very well at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109111687185371882?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109111687185371882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109111687185371882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/07/dreaming-of-sleep.html' title='Dreaming of Sleep'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109111514673526169</id><published>2004-07-29T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T19:55:10.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee induced Mind terror</title><content type='html'>Awake at 7:45. My mind has gone on autopilot. I am no longer attached. The free flow of words feel good. I plan to go to the beach today. We may even go see Fahrenheit 911. Lost my train of thought, oops I never had one. Here I am,... It's now, and I am here. So I celebrate the now being here. It must be a gift from heaven. The stillness that surrounds you, the chirping of birds in the background. I Breathe deeply as it circulates through me. Refreshing me, freeing me. I grow tall in my chair. Whimpering to my wife for a thumb in my back. Do we agree or disagree. I don't mind either way because what's done is done. My objective is not to control others nor myself. It is to be open to one. The love that binds me swells deep for the one. We need only laugh at ourselves Julie says in so many words, "don't take yourself so seriously," she exclaims. The one lives in us all. Her name is Joy. His name is yours. Love explains it. We need only be open to it. I feel it. I know the universe feels it. Why put our own interpretations on it? Boxing it up into a perfect picture,... Or is it? Can we celebrate the now and live in harmony with each other? Only time will tell when we destroy ourselves or acknowledge what's here and deal with the sickness that surrounds us now. Forgive ourselves and heal. Share a space where safety is not limited to your own backyard. Share a community of love. Without forcing it upon others with guns and bombs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109111514673526169?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109111514673526169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109111514673526169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109111514673526169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109111514673526169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/07/coffee-induced-mind-terror.html' title='Coffee induced Mind terror'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109109394606059814</id><published>2004-07-29T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T19:53:50.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of My Blog</title><content type='html'>Haven't completely figured out the true nature of Blogging but I am trying. My hopes are to be able to publish something beyond the current status of my Blog. Only time will tell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109109394606059814?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109109394606059814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109109394606059814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109109394606059814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109109394606059814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/07/beginning-of-my-blog.html' title='The Beginning of My Blog'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731578.post-109109344007264328</id><published>2004-07-29T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T14:21:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Barcelona, at the Hard Rock Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/640/DSCF0119.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/210/1397/320/DSCF0119.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and I worked together at the Hard Rock Cafe Newport for 3 1/2 years before we dated. We married after 5 1/2 years of dating in June of 2004. She is my best friend and companion. We took our honeymoon in Western Europe and visited every HRC we came across. Quite touristy yes but we had a blast sharing our story with them.  HRC Barcelona had to be our favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731578-109109344007264328?l=jazzy74.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/feeds/109109344007264328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731578&amp;postID=109109344007264328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109109344007264328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731578/posts/default/109109344007264328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzy74.blogspot.com/2004/07/in-barcelona-at-hard-rock-cafe.html' title='In Barcelona, at the Hard Rock Cafe'/><author><name>Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680558755037810469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
