<?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-7704414648493587005</id><updated>2012-02-13T00:41:12.970-05:00</updated><category term='Videos'/><category term='The POD Chronicles'/><category term='Friday Flash 55'/><category term='Documentaries'/><category term='Flash Fiction 55'/><category term='Observations'/><category term='Music'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Non-Fiction'/><category term='Media Culture'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Media/Books'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='News'/><category term='Life Events'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='3WW'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><subtitle type='html'>Because it is "better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." ...Cyril Connolly</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7448152987002681541</id><published>2012-02-04T16:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T00:16:16.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Big and Go Newt or How Can I Become A Colonist on the Moon?</title><summary type='text'>What a year it's been so far and all thanks to the GOP candidates who have kept me quite entertained.  Thank God because I really couldn't find a comedy show that piqued my interest.  But boy did we hit a gold mine with these mensa morons.  But here's what I'm hoping.  I'm really hoping Newtie can do some underhanded trick and totally erase Mittie's lead and become the true winner of this GOP </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7448152987002681541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7448152987002681541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7448152987002681541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7448152987002681541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2012/02/go-big-and-go-newt-or-how-can-i-become.html' title='Go Big and Go Newt or How Can I Become A Colonist on the Moon?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5751476672614850242</id><published>2012-01-05T11:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:32:28.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solicitation for Compassion</title><summary type='text'>Considering my age, you'd think I'd be hardened by now.  Yet the more one sees or reads about - at least in my case - the more sensitive one becomes.  What am I talking about? Animal cruelty, child abuse, elderly abuse. Any form of abuse given to those that cannot fight back.  Anyone that knows me knows that I am a big animal lover and advocate.  It's imprinted in my DNA.  My father had a way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5751476672614850242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5751476672614850242&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5751476672614850242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5751476672614850242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2012/01/solicitation-for-compassion.html' title='Solicitation for Compassion'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8669533498561775880</id><published>2012-01-02T18:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:46:59.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1</title><summary type='text'>For the new year, I've resurrected an oldie but goodie.....This is the year of the new me! I am psyched! I am pumped! I AM READY! This is the year of the oh-la-la! Exercise: I joined a gym. Today was my first day. The aerobics instructor is awesome! She is gorgeous and really fit and really really nice! She told me she was going to help me achieve all of my goals. Wow! How nice is she? I like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8669533498561775880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8669533498561775880&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8669533498561775880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8669533498561775880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-1.html' title='January 1'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S-CyoZoG-YI/AAAAAAAABJQ/-BeRtIySGL0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1570537152453881459</id><published>2011-12-12T10:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:19:00.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fairytale Dark</title><summary type='text'>He lit his tenth cigarette since standing to wait in the dark, unlit entrance of a graffiti-written building that had seen better days.  Three hours hence and he was still in the same position he assumed when he arrived with only his arm moving the addictive tobacco to his mouth to be inhaled and exhaled in glorious welcome.  For many, waiting endless hours with only your thoughts to keep you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1570537152453881459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1570537152453881459&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1570537152453881459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1570537152453881459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/12/fairytale-dark.html' title='A Fairytale Dark'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5882636510548023649</id><published>2011-12-02T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:29:23.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Your Want?</title><summary type='text'>"Twenty years from now you will be  more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the things you did." - Mark TwainI saw this quote the other day and found it to be very powerful. Powerful because I'm no longer in my twenties feeling immortal and feeling as if my days are not numbered but are infinite instead.  Powerful because I am in my early fifties and my mortality looms and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5882636510548023649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5882636510548023649&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5882636510548023649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5882636510548023649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-your-want.html' title='What is Your Want?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4161532344651593844</id><published>2011-11-18T17:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:20:25.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nama-f*kin-ste</title><summary type='text'>"You'll love her.  Within the first two minutes you will see just how awesome she is."This, being said to me by my chiro on the yoga teacher that was about to teach the introductory yoga class.  We were speaking about how I've tried yoga many times - three times in fact - and all three quite unsuccessfully.  The first time was about 20 years ago with hubby who had enrolled both of us as an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4161532344651593844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4161532344651593844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4161532344651593844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4161532344651593844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/11/nama-fkin-ste.html' title='Nama-f*kin-ste'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3667800028346963455</id><published>2011-09-11T00:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:20:37.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of 911</title><summary type='text'> On September 11, 2001, the landscape of this place we call home changed forever.  The persevering hatred of one man and his loyal followers and their wish to inflict injury on a country to which their abhorrence knew no bounds, finally alit on our soil and planted the seeds of destruction that only hate can birth: mistrust, misunderstanding, anger, suffering, pain, and the very emotion that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3667800028346963455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3667800028346963455&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3667800028346963455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3667800028346963455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-memory-of-911.html' title='In Memory of 911'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMBUEZKhEIo/Tmw0reJJ2sI/AAAAAAAABQ0/w8msbxdrYqk/s72-c/twintowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2778253835489363795</id><published>2011-08-19T18:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:13:48.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Old Is New Again</title><summary type='text'>There are lessons to be learned along life's way every year, month, and day.  There are memories that filter in and out of our consciousness every day like water ebbing and flowing, gently and in tranquil form hoping we take notice. Unfortunately, in our filled and busy lifestyles, we seldom take notice.A few weeks ago I finally tackled something that I had been meaning to do for many years but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2778253835489363795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2778253835489363795&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2778253835489363795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2778253835489363795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-are-lessons-to-be-learned-along.html' title='Something Old Is New Again'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YSf1hYwq1c/Tk7mEFVM3ZI/AAAAAAAABQc/jlP4A7OPtX8/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-876609985237369469</id><published>2011-07-20T17:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:35:59.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Died and Gone To Hell or This Weather Is Killing Me</title><summary type='text'>Well, I think I died and went to Hell; except everyone I know appears to have died as well.  Such is life that I can’t even get away from the people that annoy me the most, even when dead.  Hell does look a lot like my old haunting grounds though.  Nothing’s really changed and it’s all very surreal.  I have a similar home (well, identical would be more appropriate) to the one I used to have when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/876609985237369469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=876609985237369469&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/876609985237369469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/876609985237369469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-died-and-gone-to-hell-or-this.html' title='I&apos;ve Died and Gone To Hell or This Weather Is Killing Me'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoiVba-6BbE/TidGbuNN5MI/AAAAAAAABQU/qCyJjZiRvKs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3899472459039812454</id><published>2011-07-06T10:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T09:16:52.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice?</title><summary type='text'>Not Guilty.  Wow.We all know who we’re talking about.  I’m shocked as I know many, many others are as well.  Casey Anthony dodged both the death penalty and first degree murder conviction bullet.  And, let’s add to that that the jury could not even convict her on aggravated child abuse or aggravated manslaughter of a child. But, she was found guilty of misleading law enforcement. That was it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3899472459039812454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3899472459039812454&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3899472459039812454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3899472459039812454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/07/justice.html' title='Justice?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2rULsGPkl1w/ThR1gtRs7rI/AAAAAAAABQM/iGTRJ2azBqY/s72-c/caylee_anthony_nanny_sq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4669717683404189496</id><published>2011-06-19T01:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T06:46:12.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Father's Day Love....</title><summary type='text'>Your eyes reflected a sadness today.  And then you spoke, "I miss my Dad so much right now Rebecca."Of course you do.  This is a first for you.  Your first year without him on Father's Day, the first of a year filled with firsts - first birthday without him, first Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year.  On each of these dates, he will not only be remembered, but missed the most.  It's natural.But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4669717683404189496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4669717683404189496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4669717683404189496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4669717683404189496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/06/gentle-fathers-day-to-my-love.html' title='Gentle Father&apos;s Day Love....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2049356944351003392</id><published>2011-06-12T08:40:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T19:14:44.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Child Bride</title><summary type='text'>I am five.I am woken under cover of nightto marry a boy not much older than I.  I don't know what this marriage means, but I sure got a pretty new dress for the occasion.I am the girl in pink.I am fond of this color.  I was six when I married my husband of 25.I hated him.I avoided him.I was scared of the things he did to me.But eventually a wife has her duties,and I have no one but him.He is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2049356944351003392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2049356944351003392&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2049356944351003392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2049356944351003392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/06/child-brides.html' title='Child Bride'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPuk3eOY978/TfS6DHXw1fI/AAAAAAAABPU/-Ft5W6GVxRg/s72-c/child_brides_04_custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6598448372809364229</id><published>2011-06-10T16:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:40:00.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See No Evil...</title><summary type='text'>For Magpie Tales"Hi neighbor!"They shared the same lot of land, his house being on the back of hers.  They never saw each other during the Winter season, but come Spring, they'd both be in their respective yards clearing away winter's debris and making the ground ready for the incoming blooming season.  They'd stand by their connective fence talking and catching up on their lives and each new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6598448372809364229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6598448372809364229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6598448372809364229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6598448372809364229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/06/see-no-evil.html' title='See No Evil...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oLB2UqjeKbw/TfKN4j9FNdI/AAAAAAAABOs/FjAWuA4CbQA/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3262358126552737696</id><published>2011-05-22T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:50:01.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Assignment</title><summary type='text'>For Tale Thursday He lit his fifth cigarette since ducking inside the housing unit this morning.  For many, waiting endless hours with only your thoughts to keep you company was agony. In this age of instantaneous results and rampant attention deficit disorders that afflicted the masses, the benefits of silent hours where one learned of oneself, was now a thing that was purchased by those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3262358126552737696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3262358126552737696&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3262358126552737696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3262358126552737696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/05/assignment.html' title='The Assignment'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdLqh4gp4yQ/TdmTFIJrKGI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Pl_UVz2snAE/s72-c/Tale60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4648109329586815203</id><published>2011-05-11T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:30:54.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of Uncle Bobby...</title><summary type='text'>The news had come with a heaviness of heart.  I knew him.  I admired him.  Though I had only met him a few times, I  nonetheless grew to love him over the years through stories told from family.   He had that effect; that special magic to connect with people and make them part of his world.  It was natural, it was a gift.  His name was Robert Cunniff, but everyone called him Uncle Bobby. Uncle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4648109329586815203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4648109329586815203&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4648109329586815203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4648109329586815203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-memory-of-uncle-bobby.html' title='In Memory of Uncle Bobby...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkAKxLIgjoM/TcsvfKKp-aI/AAAAAAAABOI/ye190MYGbGk/s72-c/doc4dca1cbaae003377607654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-9137263426098619234</id><published>2011-05-07T12:30:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:41:46.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother is The Name of God...</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is Mother's Day, the most profitable day of the year for florists.  Fathers, sons and daughters will buy this universal token of love and appreciation to the one whose love knows no bounds; to the one who comforts and makes you smile and well again; to the one whose laughter is so infectious and so heart-fulfilling you feel there couldn't possibly be anything better; to the one who is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/9137263426098619234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=9137263426098619234&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9137263426098619234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9137263426098619234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/05/mother-is-name-of-god.html' title='Mother is The Name of God...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duz4Q8ugN7M/TcWcSqenzwI/AAAAAAAABN4/fDhMMLE0iBU/s72-c/IMG_6605a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6576262894168273171</id><published>2011-03-23T12:07:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:36:50.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was A Beautiful Day And Then I Died....</title><summary type='text'>It was at the beach house; a small clapboard house dressed in the colors of white and beige, both inside and out.  I walked the sandy short pathway to the house barefooted, letting the warm sand cushion my steps and welcoming themselves transiently between my toes.  The warm ocean air flickered grains of sand on my face.  I entered the house joining the rest of family and friends already there.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6576262894168273171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6576262894168273171&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6576262894168273171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6576262894168273171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-was-beautiful-day-and-then-i-died.html' title='It Was A Beautiful Day And Then I Died....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-25235403730212902</id><published>2011-03-10T18:25:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:37:00.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Walk Among You...</title><summary type='text'>Yet you do not know.  For I look like you, you see. I talk like you, smell like you, and smile like you.  And because of this, you cannot see.  You cannot see not because you are blind, but because you choose to be.  Your embryonic race trusts too much, talks too much, smiles too much.  You espouse evil exists but you deny your innate capacity to identify it and beware.  But because evil looks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/25235403730212902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=25235403730212902&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/25235403730212902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/25235403730212902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-walk-among-you.html' title='I Walk Among You...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/SjVgoUZtGqI/AAAAAAAAA6I/-hJo2fWmbN4/s72-c/Solar_Plexus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7068888999032601697</id><published>2011-02-28T23:05:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:11:51.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Here To Play It Safe</title><summary type='text'>"Remember, you are not here to play it safe. You are here to start fires." - Sera BeakYet how many of us spend our lives playing it by the former. Fear being the controlling factor.  Fear carefully and purposely cultivated by parents, bosses, peers, friends, society, the economy, and religion.  With all of these players having a hand at molding you into their ideal,  we traipse around life never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7068888999032601697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7068888999032601697&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7068888999032601697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7068888999032601697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-not-here-to-play-it-safe.html' title='You Are Not Here To Play It Safe'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3758514635329621572</id><published>2011-02-25T10:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:17:28.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale: 3 lb. Brain</title><summary type='text'>For Red Writing Hood"For Sale": This week's assignment is to write a humorous ad, a la Craigslist or eBay, where you're selling things after a breakup.For Sale: 3 lb. brainAfter careful deliberation, I am parting with a 3 lb. useless brain.  I bought the brain used from a previous owner who parted with it without giving explanation as to why but hoped I had better luck.  After 2 years, I've come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3758514635329621572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3758514635329621572&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3758514635329621572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3758514635329621572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/02/for-sale-12-lb-brain.html' title='For Sale: 3 lb. Brain'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZxwzb6PFJM/TWf9HyR_heI/AAAAAAAABNg/bIR8F6yNFr0/s72-c/redwritinghood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6668316637025070690</id><published>2011-02-23T12:22:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:17:04.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3WW'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><summary type='text'>“You’re going to love it,” he said.The truth was she wasn’t going to love it because she hated exploring and anything that took her out of her comfort zone and hiking and camping in the woods were her top two.  That she had argued her point with,  "our forefathers explored in the hopes that their future generations - us! - wouldn't have to,"  was simply met with a,  "You're not breaking our pact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6668316637025070690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6668316637025070690&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6668316637025070690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6668316637025070690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/02/lost-in-blizzard-of-words.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHiFYvjsWQQ/TWVDKhmqNFI/AAAAAAAABNY/vJA_Jl1awnc/s72-c/IMG_6239a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3533745329608377005</id><published>2011-02-17T19:16:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:38:28.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am  Broken</title><summary type='text'>For Theme ThursdayI believe many of us, throughout life, have aimed for perfection.  That perfect life, job, spouse, child(ren), friends, body, house, finances.  All of these things that we covet because it makes us feel good and tells the world we are successful - we are perfect!- and it is right there in living color for all to see!  Why?  Because we view Perfection to be our Eden.  But then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3533745329608377005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3533745329608377005&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3533745329608377005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3533745329608377005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-broken.html' title='I Am  Broken'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYrjqcbWQ9A/TV3I0_RV9UI/AAAAAAAABNA/PlN9UKurVKU/s72-c/break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4366044772447600657</id><published>2011-02-04T16:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:27:52.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Steven Tyler Dream</title><summary type='text'>So Steven Tyler is one of the judges on American Idol.  I have to admit that when I first heard this I wasn't so sure how that was gonna work.  The dude is a die-hard rocker and well I just didn't see him in this popsicle venue. Plus, you know, he's cool, cool in the rock and roll kind of way and well, I just couldn't imagine the fit.I watched the first show and guess what....I liked it.  I liked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4366044772447600657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4366044772447600657&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4366044772447600657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4366044772447600657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-steven-tyler-dream.html' title='My Steven Tyler Dream'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/SG5ny6N4MmI/AAAAAAAAAcw/b69zv-Bf6fA/s72-c/300px-Steven1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-447297945536166700</id><published>2011-01-26T12:36:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:03:10.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Review...</title><summary type='text'>You ever had one of those days when you wake up and nothing goes as it should? Case in point.  This week I had an appointment at a doctor's office.  In the waiting room was a woman whom I exchanged pleasantries with.  *sigh* Now Rebecca, you just don't learn do you?  Hasn't this happened to you before?  For a good reader of people your radar sometimes malfunctions and gets you into these tricky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/447297945536166700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=447297945536166700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/447297945536166700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/447297945536166700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-in-review.html' title='A Day in Review...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4706642800933336736</id><published>2011-01-11T18:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:40:55.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny?</title><summary type='text'>“Sow a thought, and you reap an act; Sow an act, and you reap a habit; Sow a habit, and you reap a character; Sow a character, and you reap a destiny." -  Charles Reade We are what we think.  We are what we do. And what we think and do shapes us.I don't know about you but I have always been an observer of people and my mind always seems to keep itself busy computing the numbers that add up to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4706642800933336736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4706642800933336736&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4706642800933336736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4706642800933336736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/01/destinies.html' title='Destiny?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6113995237437832881</id><published>2011-01-06T11:42:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:00:09.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><summary type='text'>For Thursday's Tales"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6113995237437832881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6113995237437832881&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6113995237437832881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6113995237437832881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2011/01/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TSXzPzbdmBI/AAAAAAAABMk/VhzX7xascS4/s72-c/Tale41.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5494236674307620067</id><published>2010-12-30T09:16:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:19:36.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Old Year... Hello Pollyanna!</title><summary type='text'>A fellow blogger wrote a good post about changing up new year's resolutions that instead of looking at the negatives - those goals we failed to accomplish - to rather look at the positives accomplished of the year gone by.  I thought this such a great idea. Being that I happen to be a resolute resolution-maker (year round in my case) and have never thought of celebrating the positives but instead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5494236674307620067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5494236674307620067&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5494236674307620067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5494236674307620067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/12/pollyanna-project.html' title='Goodbye Old Year... Hello Pollyanna!'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-74464362730090672</id><published>2010-12-27T17:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:22:28.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blizzard, A Lesson</title><summary type='text'>Around 6 p.m. last night, the blizzard that had begun earlier in the day, finally managed to shut down all communication in part of our town; my part.  TV, internet and phone all gone!  The Beloved and I, taking advantage and enjoying a blizzard-type of day by watching movies were now left with the question of what to do?What to do?  No internet, no television, no phone. Yikes!Isn't that a kick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/74464362730090672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=74464362730090672&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/74464362730090672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/74464362730090672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/12/blizzard-lesson.html' title='A Blizzard, A Lesson'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8093490563236401918</id><published>2010-12-21T20:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T14:15:22.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Priceless Gift</title><summary type='text'>So a good friend stopped by most unexpectedly after work today to see how I was doing.  She brought her smile with a treat and gifted me with some quality one-on-one girlfriend-kind of time.  She is one of my closest and dearest friends.  So to see her standing on my doorstep brought a smile to my face. Earlier in the day we had spoken and I wanted to pick her brain on a problem that was weighing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8093490563236401918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8093490563236401918&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8093490563236401918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8093490563236401918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/12/glimmer.html' title='A Priceless Gift'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6016326903868512159</id><published>2010-11-11T13:14:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:38:38.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Little Demon</title><summary type='text'>For Theme Thursday and 3WWThat’s it.  She’d had it. He crossed the line today. She went to the liquor cabinet to pour herself a strong one, no rocks. What did she have in there anyway? Whiskey? Yep. Good enough.  She poured herself a quarter glass and took one long swig, emptying the glass. She could kill him. She could kill him for having saved that crazy little thing.  Though she hated to admit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6016326903868512159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6016326903868512159&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6016326903868512159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6016326903868512159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-demon.html' title='Little Demon'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TNw4qkNBiGI/AAAAAAAABMY/89QFaMMLBKs/s72-c/relax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1137340119374345897</id><published>2010-10-27T17:12:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:17:45.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>2012...Oh Let Me Count The Ways</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtFor 3WWIt’s muggy and hot.  What the hell? It’s October, cusp of November.  Something wicked this way comes. 2012? Oh yeah.  I plan to live it up till then. How? No clue. Cause of a little glitch called a j-o-b.  Yeah.  But then I have the weekends, right? But then who'll do the errands and all those wonderful things one is gifted as a homeowner? What to do, what to do?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1137340119374345897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1137340119374345897&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1137340119374345897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1137340119374345897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/10/2012oh-let-me-count-ways.html' title='2012...Oh Let Me Count The Ways'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TMibcFHPLFI/AAAAAAAABMQ/LqNvarrgCH4/s72-c/The_world_is_lost_and_blown_by_Ana_Lyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4971234950355478528</id><published>2010-10-13T21:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:34:05.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Observation: Pain</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtThe face tells the story of the road most traveled,an arduous journey through a winding, dark and brambly path that has gifted wounds - wounds not easily healed,for they bleed, seep unremittingpurging the agony within.  And in the throat, the muted scream that begs escape, needing to voice the cries that reside within.*An observation of a friend who is currently going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4971234950355478528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4971234950355478528&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4971234950355478528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4971234950355478528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/10/observation-pain.html' title='Observation: Pain'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TLZqUXCly6I/AAAAAAAABMI/T_4tr_Dzcyk/s72-c/86dcf5a862b26c4a11b6d8d2aecdeca8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6244636964177266224</id><published>2010-10-07T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:46:45.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Michael Franti</title><summary type='text'>In my last post I uploaded a video on John Butler Trio that some of you liked very much.  This is another artist whom I've been following for years who is now becoming mainstream.  I am hearing his music being played on radio stations now and although I am happy more people will come to know of him, I feel a little sadness because fame is a seductive whore and well, I am just hoping this does not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6244636964177266224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6244636964177266224&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6244636964177266224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6244636964177266224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/10/michael-franti.html' title='Michael Franti'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1061505006099072783</id><published>2010-10-05T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:47:29.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flash 55'/><title type='text'>Oh Yeah....</title><summary type='text'>John Butler Trio’s “Ocean”one of the best guitar instrumentalsever....he fuses alternative, blues and funk rockwith a sprinkle of bluegrass...there’s a reason why he’s had over 9 million hitssit back, close your eyes,and soar -then tell me whetherthis doesn’t rock,this doesn’t move...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1061505006099072783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1061505006099072783&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1061505006099072783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1061505006099072783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/10/john-butler-trios-ocean-one-of-best.html' title='Oh Yeah....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8890886417183196967</id><published>2010-10-04T06:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:37:32.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Yesteryear...</title><summary type='text'>Whatever happened to the world of yesteryear? It seems like the world has grown up so fast in so little time that I feel like I've belonged to another life, another time - a time when things were simpler and not so intrusive. Many of us remember the days without cell phones.  As in, when they didn't exist or were even within the realm of our imaginations. Phones that you could take with you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8890886417183196967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8890886417183196967&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8890886417183196967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8890886417183196967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-of-yesteryear.html' title='Days of Yesteryear...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/SCSMOFA9I2I/AAAAAAAAAYs/kOAalZ5R9go/s72-c/telephone_by_martezzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2484578224989579898</id><published>2010-10-01T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:44:40.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Prodigy: Adora Svitak</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, this kid scares me.  I'd fear a conversation with her.  I just don't think I'm smart, verbal or articulate enough to carry an intelligent conversation with her.  She's 12....I'm 52 and still don't speak like this.  Boys and girls, if you're not familiar with Miss Adora Svitak, prepare yourselves to be left speechless. ..&lt;!--copy and paste--&gt; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2484578224989579898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2484578224989579898&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2484578224989579898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2484578224989579898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/10/child-prodigy-adora-svitak.html' title='Child Prodigy: Adora Svitak'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3197372871467983081</id><published>2010-09-30T12:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:47:29.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flash 55'/><title type='text'>Envenomed</title><summary type='text'>For Flash Friday 55driving to the DMV this morn’'neath the pitter-patter of angry raindropssaw a black sedan – limo, that is speeding towards, unconstrained.as it passedseen the knackered, choleric face of a scruffy, old man in a dirty cap,in a wrinkled suit,spewing vitriolto his motored carriagethat had also seen better days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3197372871467983081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3197372871467983081&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3197372871467983081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3197372871467983081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/envenomed.html' title='Envenomed'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TKS-r7l8WcI/AAAAAAAABMA/9UzeHFrvfDI/s72-c/Limousine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7366169790151330510</id><published>2010-09-29T10:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:48:17.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media/Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Control</title><summary type='text'>For 3WWTo tamper with the truthAnd court false talesIs to narrate a history engulfed in deceit,thereby exposing oneto imminent threat.Currently reading 1984 and so this came to mind....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7366169790151330510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7366169790151330510&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7366169790151330510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7366169790151330510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TKNWZy91hYI/AAAAAAAABL4/BDT67bq9zQQ/s72-c/1984-movie-bb_a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4331319063350754900</id><published>2010-09-23T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:32:41.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flash 55'/><title type='text'>Ashes &amp; Snow</title><summary type='text'>For Friday Flash 55If you are not familiar with Gregory Colbert's work, you are in for a breathtaking experience. Colbert's travels around the world led to the filming and photography of the interaction between humans and animals.   The gentleness  and mutual respect shown, is captured in its true essence, true form.  It simply centers you to the sacred.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4331319063350754900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4331319063350754900&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4331319063350754900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4331319063350754900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/ashes-snow.html' title='Ashes &amp; Snow'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/RzPSsblUiAI/AAAAAAAAALs/mFnjxEzRr3g/s72-c/blog%2Bashes%2Bwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1640430723783113991</id><published>2010-09-21T09:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:12:03.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought on Lady "Clueless"</title><summary type='text'>No one would have believed that one day we'd be seeing something like this.Deplorable.Insensitive.Offensive.Clueless.Attention Whore.Sick.I could go on, but won't.  You get the drift. I thought her talented.  I still think her talented.  But this shock and awe trip that she's on has to stop.  A line was crossed.  You want to present yourself naked in all your glory in front of the world, go for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1640430723783113991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1640430723783113991&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1640430723783113991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1640430723783113991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/thought-on-lady-clueless.html' title='A Thought on Lady &quot;Clueless&quot;'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TJi1fE3IHaI/AAAAAAAABLw/kTEQ02lk4wo/s72-c/meat+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3175379930929861193</id><published>2010-09-17T20:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:47:29.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flash 55'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction 55'/><title type='text'>Escape Me Now....</title><summary type='text'>Driving ‘long the highwaya bearded Amish lost in thoughtcruised by in a dirty, white van.Leathered, zoned out face revealed it wasn’t Rumspringa at all,just an ole hippiesinging songs of time gone by, while Tracy Chapman’smelancholic vocalsoozed muzak in my background -"escape me now..."For Friday Flash 55.The poem above was based on an quick observation from today.  As I was driving towards my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3175379930929861193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3175379930929861193&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3175379930929861193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3175379930929861193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/escape-me-now.html' title='Escape Me Now....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-9001875440892835553</id><published>2010-09-09T23:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:48:17.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media/Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash Fiction 55'/><title type='text'>Metamorphosed</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtFor Flash Fiction 55Gregor SamsaI was once called a caring human who once providedlove, comfort, not dread. Altered by life’s cruel jokeI am now redefined -a monstrous verminscurrying up wallsdisquieted by those that fearand fail to see the me trapped inside this hard shellmetamorphosedinto something I never wanted to become.G-Man over at Flash Fiction 55 posted on Kafka </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/9001875440892835553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=9001875440892835553&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9001875440892835553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9001875440892835553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/metamorphosed.html' title='Metamorphosed'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TImk7Phl1gI/AAAAAAAABLg/ODNdQSof19A/s72-c/The_metamorphosis_by_JEZABEL7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6382082429154527651</id><published>2010-09-08T14:57:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:37:54.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Just Your Local Friendly Conspiracy Theorist</title><summary type='text'>*sigh*Can someone please tell me why I seem to be the magnet for the compos mentis-challenged?So I go to lunch with my BFF to our favorite local organic health-food store/deli.  Eating there is très expensive but the food is so delish and such a feast for the palate that every two weeks we treat ourselves. I look forward to these little jaunts - to get away for an hour or so to nourish the body </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6382082429154527651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6382082429154527651&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6382082429154527651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6382082429154527651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-your-local-friendly-anarchist.html' title='Just Your Local Friendly Conspiracy Theorist'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-404138211383623418</id><published>2010-09-04T23:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:41:17.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieved</title><summary type='text'>The portal. That ragged piece of weather worn rock precariously held in position by some long gone pirate's abraded peg leg was the harbinger of bad things to come. Intrigued, I had walked over to see what lay beyond.  I ascended the rocky mound painfully bleeding my tender feet along the way.   Delicate feet that were unaccustomed to the sharp harshness that nature at times created.  As I passed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/404138211383623418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=404138211383623418&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/404138211383623418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/404138211383623418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/thieved.html' title='Thieved'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/R31Gp71fB8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/lW5pdkJWOdM/s72-c/balondra-rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3543869425614387634</id><published>2010-09-02T22:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:46:20.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flash 55 - Peacock</title><summary type='text'>For Friday Flash 55He talked too much.  He talked too much for her taste but she had to begin to dispense with the comparisons.  He wasn't Gabe.  This one was a peacock.  A peacock who preened himself  to dreadful perfection.Narcissus.  That's who she was with.Friggin’ Narcissus.And her friend was going to pay dearly for this.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3543869425614387634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3543869425614387634&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3543869425614387634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3543869425614387634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-flash-55-peacock.html' title='Friday Flash 55 - Peacock'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TIBjwenLxlI/AAAAAAAABLY/8qpjgJwA2vM/s72-c/78650392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6562686570089931318</id><published>2010-09-02T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:25:00.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah!</title><summary type='text'>A short poem to those that have annoyed the shit out of me this week -"Bite me."Sorry, couldn't help myself.  Will definitely follow with something better the next few days =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6562686570089931318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6562686570089931318&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6562686570089931318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6562686570089931318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TIBbRO9mgeI/AAAAAAAABLQ/-kszquLK0Hs/s72-c/IMG_4665a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-902383714381503402</id><published>2010-09-01T15:14:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:23:12.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Blind Boy Who Could See</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtFor Thursday's Tales &amp; 3WWA week’s arduous trek had at last brought him to the footbridge that led to his place of birth; an undamaged bridge standing sentry amidst the mist, undefiled by what had happened beyond. He set foot on the bridge and crossed, at last bringing an end to a most-felt absence, slowly walking towards the Kingdom he had been destined to rule but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/902383714381503402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=902383714381503402&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/902383714381503402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/902383714381503402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/09/thursdays-tales-blind-boy-who-could-see.html' title='The Blind Boy Who Could See'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TH6mz1fK3xI/AAAAAAAABLI/B5ZvDc2gUpI/s72-c/Footbridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-9060458979980434138</id><published>2010-08-27T16:16:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:36:51.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo?</title><summary type='text'>The Beloved’s car broke down last night. He calls me to go pick him up. Huh? *sigh* Oh yeah, this is gonna be good. Let the prayers begin.I have to pick him up because by default I drive.  I drive because in the backwoods where he planted me away from civilization, wheels are a necessity and legs are optional.  Wheels get you from point A to point B.  Okay, maybe backwoods is not the right word; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/9060458979980434138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=9060458979980434138&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9060458979980434138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9060458979980434138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/wheres-waldo.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2091692984108859181</id><published>2010-08-25T22:55:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:19:42.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Final Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>For Magpie Tales and Writers' IslandMorning comes. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee filters underneath a bedroom door.  The strong aroma of robust black is inhaled, masking the stench of Death that awaits. An elderly woman at the cusp of two worlds lies motionless in bed no longer wondering about the biggest con ever told.  Now she knew; and it was not what she or anyone else thought it to be.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2091692984108859181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2091692984108859181&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2091692984108859181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2091692984108859181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-goodbye.html' title='The Final Goodbye'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/THXYLf_rAJI/AAAAAAAABLA/6gyerTrixTI/s72-c/IMG_17521b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6656671238806317310</id><published>2010-08-23T22:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:15:57.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><summary type='text'>For One Single Impression varied stones chosen to feel against a handchosen to feel the heat within its softened physicalitybringing....nature awakened!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6656671238806317310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6656671238806317310&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6656671238806317310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6656671238806317310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/THM4h18sDhI/AAAAAAAABKw/3uOoHdztb88/s72-c/stones+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2614959812179963160</id><published>2010-08-19T22:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:29:11.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Wombed</title><summary type='text'>For The Red Dress Club - write a first-person piece about either eating a favorite food or taking a shower - without using a personal pronoun.The perfumed liquid, body cleanser was slathered gently onto ruddy skin; skin slightly seared by the scorching water.  The steam fogged the clear, shower doors entombing its occupant inside a makeshift sauna.  Solitary beads of H2O crept slowly down tiles.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2614959812179963160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2614959812179963160&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2614959812179963160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2614959812179963160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/wombed.html' title='Wombed'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7822454860228158626</id><published>2010-08-19T06:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:36:51.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Goddess Gaia</title><summary type='text'>For One Single ImpressionGaiaGoddess of EarthYour core sustains usYour beauty -flawless in its natural perfectionYou slumber peacefullytrusting us with our careresting serenelywithin Earth’s lairYet we abuse your generosityand dine greedily at your tablerefusing othersas they wither away in starvationAnd we repay you with acts that fail to honorthe life of your animals savagely slaying themas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7822454860228158626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7822454860228158626&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7822454860228158626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7822454860228158626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/goddess-gaia.html' title='Goddess Gaia'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TG0JHx3fcfI/AAAAAAAABKo/LDJ5YSpNaBY/s72-c/mother-earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8814155933073454965</id><published>2010-08-16T16:58:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T07:24:33.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Robinson?</title><summary type='text'>"And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,Guppies love you more than you will know Ho, Ho, Ho Excuse me please, Mrs. Robinson,Motels hold a room for those who lay Hey hey hey, Lay, lay, lay."Yeah.So I came across this blogger today who makes a very interesting observation about today’s young boys/men.  As in they’re très hot and where the hell where they when we were growing up?  Funny, I ask myself that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8814155933073454965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8814155933073454965&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8814155933073454965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8814155933073454965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/mrs-robinson.html' title='Mrs. Robinson?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TGmteknYfBI/AAAAAAAABKg/EjYpS7gXMAk/s72-c/mrs.+robinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3253305505112994157</id><published>2010-08-12T03:03:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:20:08.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Vamp</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtFor Thursday TaleHe was going to make it easy on her.   They all did.  It never mattered how big or strong they were, in the end, they all willingly surrendered.  Her mother always said beauty belied many ugly things.  The unpleasing or vile internal could always be hidden by the alluring and attractive external.  In the history of mankind, that was the oldest and most used</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3253305505112994157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3253305505112994157&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3253305505112994157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3253305505112994157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/vamp.html' title='Vamp'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TGOdcBqg2qI/AAAAAAAABKY/yGHG4b7ihCA/s72-c/Shardae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1334424948539370666</id><published>2010-08-10T15:03:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:43:27.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Plathtitudes</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes in the midst of much confusion and changes, it can become a little difficult to attain peace.  I would say these past two weeks have been such a time for me.  But then…Then comes a point when you realize that this can very well become your new norm and that sort of snaps you right out of it, doesn’t it? Well, I don’t know about you, but it does me.  Depression. Mild depression. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1334424948539370666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1334424948539370666&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1334424948539370666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1334424948539370666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/plathtitudes.html' title='Plathtitudes'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5316400512572569578</id><published>2010-08-07T23:36:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T15:29:06.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Moonstruck</title><summary type='text'>For Magpie TalesShe needed the watering can.She needed the watering can to water the damn flowers.  Why she ever let herself be convinced that gardening was great and wonderful and enjoyable and it made everything look oh so pretty she'd never know.  She hated nature and bugs and anything that got dirt under her nails.  She was a city girl. A city girl trying to pass country.  Her friends warned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5316400512572569578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5316400512572569578&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5316400512572569578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5316400512572569578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/moonstruck.html' title='Moonstruck'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/TF4mdQ5R-9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/Xo-Ade9lQhg/s72-c/IMG_45261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6469985949626896887</id><published>2010-08-04T15:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:57:58.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Review...</title><summary type='text'>The Warden and I went out today in search of a place to eat.Me: “Oh, there’s a buffet restaurant.  Wanna go and give it a try? Haven’t been to one...well, let’s see, I can’t remember!”She: “Sure. Why not?”*sigh*In retrospect, I can only attribute the decision to some form of transient ischemic attack because how I would find this place palatable is beyond me. I no longer do buffets.  My buffet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6469985949626896887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6469985949626896887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6469985949626896887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6469985949626896887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-review.html' title='A Day in Review...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2531221033611264605</id><published>2010-07-26T14:54:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:03:50.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because The Body Remembers</title><summary type='text'>the mind tries to forget, what the body remembers.the body carries the scar that has healed,that still remembers the pain; pain the mind wants to forget.  i woke up centered today. it was going to be a good day. it was going to be a great day.But...melancholy descended,in the course of the day. ignoring the sadness i got busyin the busyness of the day.but it would not let gothen tears-one drop,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2531221033611264605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2531221033611264605&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2531221033611264605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2531221033611264605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/07/body-never-forgets.html' title='Because The Body Remembers'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5178363705356438050</id><published>2010-07-22T11:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:24:50.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Today's Fable....</title><summary type='text'>This is one of those forwards that gets sent to you by email and I received this one today which I thought funny and apropos:One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, the farmer decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5178363705356438050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5178363705356438050&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5178363705356438050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5178363705356438050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-fable.html' title='Today&apos;s Fable....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7680055719168474920</id><published>2010-07-06T17:04:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:24:40.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>No Matter How You Say It, It's Just Effin Hot</title><summary type='text'>Only me.Only me does it happen that I go to the doctor for a simple thing like a possible eye infection and hence is attacked with electrodes on my chest and ankles because I don’t seem to be breathing right.*sigh*Seriously God, your jokes are now getting old.  It’s 150 degrees today and I really don’t have the energy or inclination to humor you right now. It’s muggy and steamy, I’m sizzling and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7680055719168474920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7680055719168474920&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7680055719168474920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7680055719168474920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-matter-how-you-say-it-its-just-effin.html' title='No Matter How You Say It, It&apos;s Just Effin Hot'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2790728975253044635</id><published>2010-06-24T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:24:32.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>It is What It Is....</title><summary type='text'>For 3WW.  Sometimes the words just fit.  Don’t feign moral decencyAnd imply you are better And filled with virtuesSimply because you visit the structureThere are many who "practice" who look down at those that don't because it makes them feel superior. They can be judgemental, petty, mean, incompassionate and not at all understanding of others.  But what they fail to see is that it is never about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2790728975253044635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2790728975253044635&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2790728975253044635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2790728975253044635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is What It Is....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3024621466459677362</id><published>2010-06-17T21:59:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:24:11.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>Help! I Dropped My Lungs at Zumba!</title><summary type='text'>So I'm running out of options.  In my continuing effort to change and move this exercise-hating body of mine into some form of physical movement, I went and tried out the latest rage out there: Zumba.For those of you who do not know my history with exercise, I am not a physical-exertive in any sense of the word.  I was one of those girly-girls that sat on the sideline during gym in high school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3024621466459677362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3024621466459677362&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3024621466459677362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3024621466459677362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/06/help-i-dropped-my-lungs-at-zumba.html' title='Help! I Dropped My Lungs at Zumba!'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1971293387502525331</id><published>2010-06-16T11:22:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:12:15.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>I 'yams what I ams, and dats all that I 'yams!</title><summary type='text'>So I’m having a conversation with friends regarding eating habits of adults and chidren and how I found it strange that my kid at the age of three was eating mussels, squid and calamari. The Beloved was big on her trying all different kinds of foods and today she is much like her father, no fear when it comes to sampling different types of cuisine. He was brought up this way, hence, brought her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1971293387502525331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1971293387502525331&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1971293387502525331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1971293387502525331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-yams-what-i-ams-and-dats-all-that-i.html' title='I &apos;yams what I ams, and dats all that I &apos;yams!'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1461113027932542335</id><published>2010-06-11T20:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:47:51.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling A Bit 19th Century Lately....</title><summary type='text'>Just finished reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.  After having fought reading this classic gem up until now because "I don't do  romance," I have to say the story had me from, "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."  Okay, I'll bite.  I don't know what rock I've been living under because I did not know this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1461113027932542335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1461113027932542335&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1461113027932542335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1461113027932542335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-reading.html' title='Feeling A Bit 19th Century Lately....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6778229025604315853</id><published>2010-05-31T10:13:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:23:21.259-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here</title><summary type='text'>“It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.” Mark TwainWhen I first saw this I thought it was a joke.  I thought the pics photoshopped.  Then I saw the video.  No denying.  *sigh* Never in my lifetime did I think I would one day see a two-year old child smoke.  You can't write this stuff up.  But then, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.Call me harsh but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6778229025604315853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6778229025604315853&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6778229025604315853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6778229025604315853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-in-review.html' title='Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4146961005171422415</id><published>2010-05-21T11:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:56:22.927-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>It's Me Me Time....</title><summary type='text'>It's MEME time...someone sent me this and I thought okay, why not? But be forewarned you might fall asleep from the boredom:The phone rings; whom do you want it to be? Publisher's Clearing House telling me I won.Are you paranoid?No. Did someone say I was paranoid?Do you play Sudoku? I do not enjoy games created by sadists. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?I would be caught </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4146961005171422415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4146961005171422415&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4146961005171422415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4146961005171422415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-me-me-time_21.html' title='It&apos;s Me Me Time....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7463071549175295195</id><published>2010-05-16T13:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:44:17.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>My Donna Rights</title><summary type='text'>LAST NIGHT:"You know, as soon as she gets home, that's it.  I can't watch the Yankee game and I can't watch the Mets game in full either because she switches the channels when the Mets aren't up," he said."You have another TV, so why don't you go watch your game there," I asked."No. Why should I? We need to be together.  It's just that she doesn't like share," he added."Well, welcome to my world.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7463071549175295195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7463071549175295195&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7463071549175295195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7463071549175295195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-donna-rights.html' title='My Donna Rights'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6824163605491716977</id><published>2010-05-13T10:38:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:21:31.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Week in Review or The Seven Deadly Sins?</title><summary type='text'>ENVY:  I’m in the middle of Commencement. I work for a college and our office is responsible for putting this mammoth event together from soup to nuts.  So right now, I’m nursing a coma.  I’m impressed that I can still masticate and walk and talk.  My brother and sisters are retired and are having fun while I work.  They're having fun.  While I work.  While I work really, really hard.  I resent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6824163605491716977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6824163605491716977&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6824163605491716977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6824163605491716977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/05/week-in-review-or-seven-deadly-sins.html' title='Week in Review or The Seven Deadly Sins?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7430011364078947174</id><published>2010-05-04T19:42:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:40:19.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>January 1:</title><summary type='text'>This is the year of the new me. I'm psyched! I'm pumped! I AM READY! This is the year of the oh-la-la! Exercise: I joined a gym. Today was my first day. The aerobics instructor is awesome! She is gorgeous and really fit and really really nice! She told me she was going to help me achieve all of my goals. Wow! How nice is she? I like this place.  Nice people in this place.  I had a little bit of a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7430011364078947174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7430011364078947174&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7430011364078947174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7430011364078947174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/05/january-1.html' title='January 1:'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S-CyoZoG-YI/AAAAAAAABJQ/-BeRtIySGL0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8182697667908709518</id><published>2010-04-29T11:53:00.029-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:27:14.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Meditation Sexy?</title><summary type='text'> So I'm reading this article about meditation and its newfound sexiness factor.  Hmmm.... Yes, very interesting.  Especially because I've been on a perpetual quest to master my monkey mind for nearly all my life so if I can inject a little sexiness into this meditation business, maybe this time it'll work.  I look at the picture above -  Oh, yeah. He's hot. Mr. Oh La La.  Okay, I'm game.  Let's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8182697667908709518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8182697667908709518&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8182697667908709518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8182697667908709518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/meditation-sexy.html' title='Meditation Sexy?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S9msNIuXQ5I/AAAAAAAABI4/dr1Uw3wb1Ow/s72-c/meditationsexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-739896947951914295</id><published>2010-04-28T15:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:27:31.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>I 'm Just Sayin'</title><summary type='text'>“You’re such a closet activist.”This was my BFF’s comment to me after I told her of my latest tidbit of knowledge about a certain dolphin ending its life.  It once again ignited a discussion that went helter-skelter as all our discussions tend to go.“Why do we always seem to depart from our nice, trivial conversations and always bring it back to religion, politics, the environment or animals? Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/739896947951914295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=739896947951914295&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/739896947951914295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/739896947951914295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-just-sayin_28.html' title='I &apos;m Just Sayin&apos;'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1235373305731938593</id><published>2010-04-26T14:15:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:29:58.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media/Books'/><title type='text'>Dolphin Suicide? What?</title><summary type='text'>So this weekend I learned a little tidbit of information that I didn’t necessarily need to know.  Because when it comes to animals, for me, ignorance is sometimes bliss.Here's why. Years ago I began to educate myself on the inhumane treatment of animals.  One article/video/documentary led to another which led to another which led to another. Frankly, I believe I overloaded my senses with this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1235373305731938593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1235373305731938593&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1235373305731938593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1235373305731938593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/dolphin-suicide-what.html' title='Dolphin Suicide? What?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S9Xa9uACd5I/AAAAAAAABIw/yEP99Wxr1iY/s72-c/the+cove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5532397360148557485</id><published>2010-04-18T10:15:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:42:00.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Why Can't Hello Just Mean Hello</title><summary type='text'>So the Beloved and I go to Border's last night. Hadn't been there in a while.  I began by leisurely browsing the shelves looking at the new books and new authors that have come in and after about a half hour or so I began to seriously look, making mental notes of those books I'd  eventually like to covet. An hour later, I find a book about great speeches that have changed the world.  Hm, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5532397360148557485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5532397360148557485&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5532397360148557485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5532397360148557485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-cant-hello-just-mean-hello.html' title='Why Can&apos;t Hello Just Mean Hello'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-112608507662633276</id><published>2010-04-16T11:31:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:30:31.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Just Suck it Up</title><summary type='text'>SHE: "So, last night on the news they had a segment about a diet one can follow to cut the risk of Alzheimer’s disease and they listed the foods one should eat." ME: "What are they." SHE: She begins itemizing, "nuts, fish, tomatoes, poultry and dark leafy greens."ME:  "check, check, check, check and check."SHE: "So you’re okay then."ME: "Hardly. You know, I eat those foods in great quantities and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/112608507662633276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=112608507662633276&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/112608507662633276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/112608507662633276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-suck-it-up.html' title='Just Suck it Up'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5626930671251950822</id><published>2010-04-14T11:03:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:30:51.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>A Tragic End to A Short Life</title><summary type='text'>A young 12 year old boy was killed this week.  A former student of my daughter’s who is a Bilingual Reading Teacher, he had come to the States just three years ago not knowing the language yet mastering it quickly. This boy with the intelligent eyes, mind and spark was determined to make something of himself here in the United States.But this boy was still a boy at heart.  A brash decision agreed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5626930671251950822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5626930671251950822&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5626930671251950822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5626930671251950822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/tragic-end-to-short-life.html' title='A Tragic End to A Short Life'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8855219527730116808</id><published>2010-04-13T15:27:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:31:10.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>I WAS JUST SAYIN'...</title><summary type='text'>"So, with all these hot flashes I seem to be getting, I’m rethinking this whole thing about cremation."The Beloved looks up from reading his 50,000 words per day.  I’m faced with a blank stare.  I’m sure he’s thinking now is as good a time as any to begin looking into that home for special people."I’m sorry, what did you say," he asks."Cremation.  You know, when they burn the deceased?  Remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8855219527730116808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8855219527730116808&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8855219527730116808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8855219527730116808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-just-sayin.html' title='I WAS JUST SAYIN&apos;...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5465105725802744169</id><published>2010-04-08T10:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:31:26.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><summary type='text'>* A beloved colleague passed away Easter Sunday after her third bout with cancer.  Today we went to the wake.  It was very sad.  She was such a classy lady and the thing that will stand out the most besides her warm, inviting smile was the exquisite taste she had in clothes. It was such a part of her.  She was a classic fashionista who loved to shop whom you would hire as your stylist in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5465105725802744169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5465105725802744169&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5465105725802744169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5465105725802744169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8214977306191821525</id><published>2010-03-29T11:31:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:32:06.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Alchemy</title><summary type='text'>Alchemy: a power or process of transforming something common into something special.I like this word very much. It is one of my favorite words. It is a word that has tremendous power. It is a word that can change the way a person suddenly views him/herself because of how another views him/her or because they have finally realized that they are indeed something special.We are born. When we are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8214977306191821525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8214977306191821525&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8214977306191821525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8214977306191821525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/03/alchemy.html' title='Alchemy'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-2339634020009336192</id><published>2010-03-19T13:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:33:08.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>And I Know More Than You Because?</title><summary type='text'>So.  Can someone please tell me why the body decides that it will rebel full-throttle after it hits 50? Seriously, I’m starting to believe I’m a hypochondriac.But I’m not.I’ve gone to doctors all of my life for one thing or another (again, not hypochondria) that I now fall more on the side of negligence than concern.So one day I wake up and realize, “Gee, my arm feels kinda stiff. Hm…” I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/2339634020009336192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=2339634020009336192&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2339634020009336192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/2339634020009336192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-i-know-more-than-you-because.html' title='And I Know More Than You Because?'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7597437568310377885</id><published>2010-03-08T12:57:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:33:31.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Thank You Universe</title><summary type='text'>So I've noticed that the byproduct of seriously changing one's diet and educating oneself about food is that certain foods that once upon a time held a certain tasty appeal all of sudden no longer does.  Cases in point:Red meat - it's been over a month (perhaps a little more) since I've eaten red meat. I ate a burger the other day for the first time in over a month and did not enjoy it at all. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7597437568310377885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7597437568310377885&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7597437568310377885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7597437568310377885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-universe.html' title='Thank You Universe'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S5VFNCxioZI/AAAAAAAABIQ/NdJnBynIaC0/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4523704021442232309</id><published>2010-03-07T00:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:33:48.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Organize, ergo, money....</title><summary type='text'>So I've been doing some major file organizing this past week.  It was time. Well, it was time 30 years ago but I've been a little busy.  I have files/docs/crap stored in three different rooms in the house and whenever I need to find something it's like trying to find Waldo.  This past week, all of it was organized in one place -- well, two places: archives and current.  Yep, time consuming but it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4523704021442232309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4523704021442232309&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4523704021442232309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4523704021442232309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/03/organize-ergo-money.html' title='Organize, ergo, money....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S5M8AAP8KCI/AAAAAAAABIA/e-Ey56WgrU0/s72-c/6a00d83452b15969e200e551766b9e8833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4366956521159246265</id><published>2010-02-24T12:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:34:15.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>My Beloved Comes Home Today</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant Art The Beloved has been away for the last ten days.  He went to visit his parents who he had not seen in almost two years.  It was a trip he did not want to take without me because in all of the years we've been married, he and I have never been apart except for three days one time. But circumstances on my end prevented me from accompanying him and so this would be a first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4366956521159246265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4366956521159246265&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4366956521159246265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4366956521159246265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-beloved-comes-home-today.html' title='My Beloved Comes Home Today'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S4VhmlgsWOI/AAAAAAAABH4/s0Jfn8390UM/s72-c/Holding_Hands__by_DeliriumDylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3008065172647076352</id><published>2010-02-18T06:28:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:11:33.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Something Was Said...</title><summary type='text'>....something was said that was uncalled for and inappropriate.  Words uttered for the sole reason to incite.  I wanted to disregard and not give it energy.  But you continued.  The Universe was testing me.  You made a comment. A foolish, inane comment not unlike the plethora of silly, stupid comments that you tend to verbalize every now and again.  Comments that we disregard for their lack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3008065172647076352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3008065172647076352&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3008065172647076352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3008065172647076352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-friend_18.html' title='Something Was Said...'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7199491215301603748</id><published>2010-02-08T15:41:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:20:54.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Dear Friend,</title><summary type='text'>In conversation today you stated, "You love animals more than you love people.  If you spent as much energy trying to help people as much as you help animals, this world would be a better place."Initially I was a little upset about your statement although I did not show it. I felt our discussion afterwards didn't prove to be productive and we both failed to understand each other because you view </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7199491215301603748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7199491215301603748&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7199491215301603748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7199491215301603748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend,'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-911483413586166836</id><published>2010-02-02T10:07:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:22:36.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentaries'/><title type='text'>In Defense of Food</title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend the Beloved and I finally sat down to watch Food, Inc. With our daughter. Who was initially not too pleased. Like many, she knows from reading and such about the manner in which some of our food supply is raised but prefers not to delve too deeply into the knowing factor because like many, we all love our food without having to think from where it came from. The only thing we are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/911483413586166836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=911483413586166836&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/911483413586166836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/911483413586166836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/02/recommendations.html' title='In Defense of Food'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S2hTn8-J-HI/AAAAAAAABHg/zrIIgHwScdY/s72-c/InDefenseFood_cover_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4969924092143664635</id><published>2010-01-29T14:48:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T16:25:12.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Things</title><summary type='text'>I have received the Kreativ Blogger Award from fellow blogger RA over at Sagittiferously Yours.  When you have the chance, drop by and visit her. She writes of things that sometimes makes you laugh, sometimes cry, sometimes makes you think. Thank you RA, you rock!The deal with this award is that the recipient must name seven things about him/herself that people might find interesting.  Now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4969924092143664635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4969924092143664635&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4969924092143664635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4969924092143664635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven-things.html' title='Seven Things'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S2NC-cRp0pI/AAAAAAAABHY/kgeuVDRRDtE/s72-c/a_KreativBloggerAward-277x300%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7850635895835676418</id><published>2010-01-21T10:29:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:37:37.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>The Unwilling Loser</title><summary type='text'>So I had my appointment with the nutritionist earlier this week.  The woman is funny, I have to say.  She loves to talk.  And she has a tendency to off tangent and start talking about other stuff that has nothing to do with why we’re there.  And so this week I learned that she’s a germophobe.  Big time.  She caught me chewing a nail and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7850635895835676418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7850635895835676418&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7850635895835676418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7850635895835676418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/01/unwilling-loser.html' title='The Unwilling Loser'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-8345970040840016367</id><published>2010-01-12T11:48:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:28:58.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Ramblings...Resolutions</title><summary type='text'> So one of my resolutions this year is to read more. I've fallen on the wayside with this over the last couple of years because I spend most of my free time writing and reading non-novel stuff on the net (there goes that 21st century crack again) and, well, that just doesn't qualify as the type of reading that I'm talking about. So I decided to join the Beloved on his bi-monthly visit to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/8345970040840016367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=8345970040840016367&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8345970040840016367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/8345970040840016367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/01/ramblingsresolutions.html' title='Ramblings...Resolutions'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S0yxNe3HIkI/AAAAAAAABGQ/i8nEqohH2iQ/s72-c/the+broken+teaglass.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1670954615075760010</id><published>2010-01-08T10:08:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:38:40.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections....</title><summary type='text'>For Weekend WordsmithWinter. One of my favorite seasons. As a growing teen, I loved spending it outdoors chilling myself red to the bone, breathing in that cool, refreshing air that opened up my nasal passages but sometimes constricted my lungs. I was never one for layering or overdressing but I was young and the fact that I was outdoors staying active all the time I suppose made up for that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1670954615075760010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1670954615075760010&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1670954615075760010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1670954615075760010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections....'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/S0dKo0e_PYI/AAAAAAAABGI/vhboXCbxBXQ/s72-c/skating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6911292634261037567</id><published>2009-12-26T10:19:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:39:15.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Gift of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>Christmas. What better time to lift ourselves and walk more assuredly towards that path of change that brings peace, truth, love, and understanding.   And these come to you in varied forms - through family, friends, love and unity. Christmas day yesterday was one that I will always remember.  A small family gathering sitting around a table laughing and conversing on philosophical issues of life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6911292634261037567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6911292634261037567&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6911292634261037567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6911292634261037567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-of-christmas.html' title='The Gift of Christmas'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3598856346111596496</id><published>2009-12-20T17:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:11:54.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>Two Sides of A Storm</title><summary type='text'> So the first snowfall of the season came a-knockin' , or should I say a-slammin'.  It began yesterday noon ever so delicately fooling us into believing that perhaps the forecasters had had it all wrong.  It sprinkled, then stopped.  It sprinkled again some more, then stopped.  *sigh* Yeah, big snowstorm, whooptidoo.   Then somewhere 'round the last hours of the day it finally arrived.   And when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3598856346111596496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3598856346111596496&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3598856346111596496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3598856346111596496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-sides-of-storm.html' title='Two Sides of A Storm'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/Sy6nfX2oe7I/AAAAAAAABF4/aHlLzflV0xk/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-6438190274662005462</id><published>2009-11-28T11:13:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:33:59.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Burton</title><summary type='text'>Last night I saw an interview with Tim Burton on Charlie Rose's show about his current exhibition at the MOMA. I've always been somewhat fascinated by this man and his unique creativity. I have to say he is as original as his artistic works are themselves. He exudes a certain childlike quality about him that makes sense to me now - a very dark childlike imagination.  Who else but one with such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/6438190274662005462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=6438190274662005462&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6438190274662005462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/6438190274662005462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/11/tim-burton.html' title='Tim Burton'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/SxFTd_hpWSI/AAAAAAAABFY/yQ0tD9PHgXc/s72-c/johnny-depp-as-edward-scissorhands-1990-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4878486778198980970</id><published>2009-11-20T16:51:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:40:28.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtSo, remember back in June when I  wrote  about a premonitional dream I had where I believed something had gone awry with me?  Where I wrote that dreams for me often foretold of things to come?Well, heeding the advice of my subconscious, I proceeded to have a complete physical and followed up on other things as well.  Nothing was wrong. Or, so I thought.Per, what the doctor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4878486778198980970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4878486778198980970&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4878486778198980970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4878486778198980970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/11/courtesy-of-deviant-art-so-remember.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/SwcYcQT9KPI/AAAAAAAABEo/bTZlHJc-Z1s/s72-c/food_by_MonkeyBuisiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5624341211393625636</id><published>2009-11-09T15:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:10:03.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>A Mother's Struggle</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtI first caught a glimpse of her sitting in her car.  Her youngest was asleep in the back.  As I approached, I noticed she was quietly crying.  I hesitated not knowing what to do.  Should I afford her her privacy or stop and say hello?I rapped on the window.  She looked at me and laughed.  She felt embarrassed having been caught.  It didn’t matter what her heart had felt a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5624341211393625636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5624341211393625636&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5624341211393625636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5624341211393625636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/11/mothers-struggle.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Struggle'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/Svh6iSfj-BI/AAAAAAAABEg/YVkIjbib3H4/s72-c/autism1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-9133878638366250434</id><published>2009-11-04T13:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:38:01.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Lithium</title><summary type='text'>Karma.  I never used to believe. But now I do...He hates me.  It is evident in the way he treats and looks at me.  I can see love has long departed the palpating chambers of his heart and he no longer considers me his own.  He no longer bothers to find the emotion that currently disrupts my heart.  My tears no longer hold equity. I fell in love with him and his tender actions. I fell in love with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/9133878638366250434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=9133878638366250434&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9133878638366250434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/9133878638366250434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/11/lithium.html' title='Lithium'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-1541434185260222923</id><published>2009-10-27T10:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:47:44.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>A Story That Warms Your Heart</title><summary type='text'>A beautiful reminder of the limitless love we have within ourselves to share....Watch CBS News Videos Online</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/1541434185260222923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=1541434185260222923&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1541434185260222923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/1541434185260222923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-that-warms-your-heart.html' title='A Story That Warms Your Heart'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-4837401140026630695</id><published>2009-10-22T17:42:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:48:05.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtThe beloved threw me for a loop this week.  A simple doctor's visit on Monday quickly turned awry.  The possibility of him now having some serious health issues were suddenly forced upon us and it unnerved me to my core.  The armor of strength I usually wear to protect those I love, I now had to make sure would protect him most of all.  Always a very healthy individual, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/4837401140026630695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=4837401140026630695&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4837401140026630695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/4837401140026630695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/SuDhvYxsDVI/AAAAAAAABEQ/FNfRMN8eCUo/s72-c/Affectionate_Heart_by_inObrAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-7644763682799083029</id><published>2009-10-04T10:02:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:49:13.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>A Boy, A Ball and a Lesson</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Deviant ArtThe day had gone well.  I went into my home office and turned on the music that would accompany the thing I hate to do most: exercise. I boarded the treadmill and adjusted the settings to the right speed and incline and hit go. The treadmill is positioned by the window so when I exercise I can see what's going on in the world outside.  Something - anything - to make this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/7644763682799083029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=7644763682799083029&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7644763682799083029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/7644763682799083029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/10/boy-ball-and-lesson.html' title='A Boy, A Ball and a Lesson'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/SsueLXqnKlI/AAAAAAAABDA/VgRyz6kPnLY/s72-c/A_Boy_and_His_Ball_by_BenQue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-5722279685233159557</id><published>2009-08-09T10:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:53:09.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Life 101</title><summary type='text'>My mother had a saying: "The devil doesn't know more because he's the devil - the devil knows more because he is old."  And there is something quite true in that statement.  The lessons learned in life, the wisdom passed down to us from older generations, and experiences gained become the morsels of sageness that one accumulates in life and is part and parcel of our journey here.  My mother would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/5722279685233159557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=5722279685233159557&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5722279685233159557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/5722279685233159557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-101.html' title='Life 101'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704414648493587005.post-3985681544465822824</id><published>2009-08-05T09:22:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:27:23.002-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documentaries'/><title type='text'>Dirty Gold</title><summary type='text'>Last night, on the Sundance Channel, I came upon this terrific green show called Eco-Trip. I am so happy I did.  The episode focused on the real cost of one gold ring. It appears, ladies and gents, that one single gold ring produces 20 tons of mine waste.  Twenty tons! Isn't that absurd? And 65% of all the gold produced here in the U.S. comes from the Shoshone Territory.  What is happening - and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/feeds/3985681544465822824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7704414648493587005&amp;postID=3985681544465822824&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3985681544465822824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7704414648493587005/posts/default/3985681544465822824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2009/08/dirty-gold.html' title='Dirty Gold'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248554235709475320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aggFmGZjg3U/StiFssjkTXI/AAAAAAAABDw/au9kDk-gYTc/S220/quill.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
