<?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-3434665074691165745</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:31:46.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Treasures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-4517174127461542935</id><published>2009-03-09T18:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:43:55.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.create-a-mural.citymax.com/i//Sunny_Days_mural_pieces_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 395px;" src="http://www.create-a-mural.citymax.com/i//Sunny_Days_mural_pieces_copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite losing an hour of sleep (damn daylight savings!), I can say that for once I did not have the case of the Mondays.  Today was my ideal kind of weather: breezy, warm, and a lot of sun.  Just gorgeous!  I'm anxious for spring to come so summer can make it's way.  I guess I'll always be a tropical gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-4517174127461542935?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/4517174127461542935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/4517174127461542935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/4517174127461542935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-8971259704796898366</id><published>2009-02-22T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:58:58.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring sneaking in</title><content type='html'>I was driving home today and noticed the world is starting to change again.  The trees are red with buds and the warm air is trying to push out the cold.  The sky is slightly brighter and the clouds look a little lighter.  As I look out my bedroom window, I can see the treeline past my neighbors' houses and the rooftops of houses behind theirs.  In only a couple of weeks, they will again be hidden by new growth of lush, green leaves as if they were never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedatafarm.com/blog/content/binary/redmaple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 258px;" src="http://www.thedatafarm.com/blog/content/binary/redmaple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-8971259704796898366?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/8971259704796898366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-spring-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/8971259704796898366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/8971259704796898366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-spring-begins.html' title='Spring sneaking in'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-7690799853465071289</id><published>2009-02-21T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:49:51.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forces</title><content type='html'>I just listened to a great interview of Robert's views on the universe's energetic forces.  I thought I'd share it with you fellow pursuers of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the website:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34IMWK3f37Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see his other works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertreckmeyer.com/image-files/rrheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.robertreckmeyer.com/image-files/rrheader.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Share the wealth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-7690799853465071289?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7690799853465071289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/forces.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/7690799853465071289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/7690799853465071289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/forces.html' title='Forces'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-6272675324173128560</id><published>2009-02-01T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:44:37.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy like Sunday morning.</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I'm not watching the game.  I can hear the TV downstairs but I'm not so thrilled about watching it.  Maybe I'll watch it after I pick up E.T. from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell some kind of seafood being cooked downstairs.  My mom said she made ceviche.  I'm sitting at Cat's computer with the biggest shirt and sweatpants on.  I'm comfortable.  My hair is greasy from not taking a shower.  Eeew.  I'm sure you wanted to know that.  And I smell like sweat.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got two Monokuro bowls.  Monokuro is my favorite.  Look it up if you don't know what I'm talking about.  My clothes are in the wash.  And I'm putting off cleaning my room yet again.  It's Sunday.  No need to do anything right?  I'm so tired.  I have to prepare for the Tigers class tomorrow.  We're doing Groundhog Day activities.  I haven't even done my tissue box groundhog counting activity thing.  I should probably go pick up E.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-6272675324173128560?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/6272675324173128560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/easy-like-sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/6272675324173128560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/6272675324173128560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy like Sunday morning.'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-2648294184090502968</id><published>2009-02-01T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:30:35.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SYYwX60-dvI/AAAAAAAAABg/9KXsbFPLIKM/s1600-h/Scan+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SYYwX60-dvI/AAAAAAAAABg/9KXsbFPLIKM/s320/Scan+216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297975199134545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn, one of the teachers at HMCDS wrote me this note.  It's so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all.  I'm about to watch the Superbowl.  I don't care for either team but I'll enjoy the commercials.  Whoo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-2648294184090502968?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/2648294184090502968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/robyn-one-of-teachers-at-hmcds-wrote-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/2648294184090502968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/2648294184090502968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/robyn-one-of-teachers-at-hmcds-wrote-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SYYwX60-dvI/AAAAAAAAABg/9KXsbFPLIKM/s72-c/Scan+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-3325364461433059953</id><published>2009-01-15T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:58:56.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>I went to the library yesterday and saw these letters on a Redskins license plate: PLSWIN.  It made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-3325364461433059953?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3325364461433059953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/3325364461433059953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/3325364461433059953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-212480223264531285</id><published>2009-01-13T07:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:11:06.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rough-equivalents.com/damsel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.rough-equivalents.com/damsel.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-212480223264531285?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/212480223264531285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/212480223264531285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/212480223264531285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-3792166327088987547</id><published>2009-01-08T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:29:34.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.splitgames.fr/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/fry-panique-questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 191px;" src="http://blog.splitgames.fr/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/fry-panique-questions.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason I haven't figured out which career path to take is because I want to do EVERYTHING!  There's so little time.  And do I even want a career?  It would be awesome to just go to work only when you need money.  If only I had a magic wand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-3792166327088987547?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3792166327088987547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/undecided.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/3792166327088987547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/3792166327088987547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/undecided.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-5964103711221313846</id><published>2009-01-07T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:33:20.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Low pay, priceless rewards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SWVNoqJwGnI/AAAAAAAAABI/yyTyXxRoX_I/s1600-h/kt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SWVNoqJwGnI/AAAAAAAAABI/yyTyXxRoX_I/s320/kt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288718698321812082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of my kids from last year always come downstairs and deliver messages to me.  This one was made by Kayla today.  I asked her what she drew and she told me the zigzaggy lines said "I love you."  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Nate (one of my kids) and I had a conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Nate, what do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;Nate: "A scientist."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What kind of scientist."&lt;br /&gt;Nate: "I don't know.  A scientist!" (Throws hands up in the air and smiles.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: " You know when I was younger, I wanted to be a marine biologist.  It's a kind of scientist that studies things in the ocean.  Like fishes and plants."  ("And dolphins, and whales, and sharks?" says Carina.)  I nod my head and smile at Carina.&lt;br /&gt;Nate: "Oh.  Well... you're better as a teacher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says things like that?  They amaze me everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-5964103711221313846?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/5964103711221313846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-of-my-kids-from-last-year-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/5964103711221313846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/5964103711221313846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-of-my-kids-from-last-year-always.html' title='Low pay, priceless rewards'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SWVNoqJwGnI/AAAAAAAAABI/yyTyXxRoX_I/s72-c/kt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-6663228669295112078</id><published>2009-01-05T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:05:18.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i119.piczo.com/view/3/a/k/8/h/8/9/r/s/x/5/d/img/i241452192_79835_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://i119.piczo.com/view/3/a/k/8/h/8/9/r/s/x/5/d/img/i241452192_79835_2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing how music can dictate how your body moves, your heart feels, your spirit sparks.  You can be in your most desperate of times and play the music you love and you're suddenly uplifted and feeling alive again.  Music heals and unites. And at times cocoons you in your very own universe.  Even before our brain develops in the womb, we can understand music and respond to it.  Every language, every age, even animals and other living (or nonliving) things  vibrate in tune with music.  It doesn't need words.  No explanations.  No barriers.  It doesn't discriminate.  Doesn't judge.  Doesn't take away from us.  It's simply there for us to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-6663228669295112078?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/6663228669295112078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathing-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/6663228669295112078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/6663228669295112078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathing-music.html' title='Breathing music'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-651455304944472701</id><published>2008-12-17T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:17:08.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking care of the sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SUmYF0w1bEI/AAAAAAAAABA/UCEkQBBssSQ/s1600-h/IMG_2558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SUmYF0w1bEI/AAAAAAAAABA/UCEkQBBssSQ/s320/IMG_2558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280919263898856514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my kids pretending to be doctors.  Maybe someday they'll be your or your children's doctor.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-651455304944472701?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/651455304944472701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-care-of-sick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/651455304944472701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/651455304944472701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-care-of-sick.html' title='Taking care of the sick'/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SUmYF0w1bEI/AAAAAAAAABA/UCEkQBBssSQ/s72-c/IMG_2558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434665074691165745.post-3964251913765174701</id><published>2008-12-16T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:18:10.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SUhBf_JFkgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EGJfuiLYexY/s1600-h/IMG_2849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SUhBf_JFkgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EGJfuiLYexY/s320/IMG_2849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542580873204226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I love about this moment is that despite the vicious rivalry between the Cowboys and the Redskins, they come together and pray to the same God at the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3434665074691165745-3964251913765174701?l=fish3y3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3964251913765174701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-love-about-this-moment-is-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/3964251913765174701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434665074691165745/posts/default/3964251913765174701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fish3y3s.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-love-about-this-moment-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>fisheyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03827602326389507274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SaAoW-ztR0I/AAAAAAAAABo/EhZw5kTD0S4/S220/dance.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CyDVsE3PXKI/SUhBf_JFkgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EGJfuiLYexY/s72-c/IMG_2849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
