<?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-3909204205245647307</id><updated>2011-12-14T01:32:24.561-08:00</updated><category term='RE'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='infection'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='acl'/><category term='loss'/><category term='clots'/><category term='ttc'/><category term='birthcontrol'/><category term='easter'/><category term='hair'/><category term='convention'/><category term='clomid'/><category term='job'/><category term='travel'/><category term='opk'/><category term='fertility'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='weddings'/><category 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term='film'/><category term='lab'/><category term='back pain'/><category term='lab tests'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5549016200357984119</id><published>2010-04-21T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:29:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a few things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the Mr is in Costa Rica for the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the dogs are driving me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sanity, though, is overrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got my tix for ACL 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will be traveling to new.hampshire, maine and boston next month for work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have news that i can't discuss until i move to wp and lock a post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still working out...thinking about do an adventure challenge but am still on the fence. may do a 10k soon. idk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;moving to wordpress. i created the blog and am still working out some minor kinks but it should be up and going over there very soon. i'll let y'all know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;more later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5549016200357984119?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5549016200357984119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5549016200357984119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5549016200357984119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5549016200357984119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-things-mr-is-in-costa-rica-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1887528352504968295</id><published>2010-04-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:33:39.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stolen meme. Requirement: Use one word to answer. I'm going to amend this to use the first word that comes to mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's give it a whirl, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Yourself: untamed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair: mane.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother/stepmother: unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your dog: plural.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite item: ipod.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night: baffling.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink: Tito's.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car: unattainable.&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you are in: cubed.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear: regret.&lt;br /&gt;13. What you want to be in 10 years: soaring.&lt;br /&gt;14. Who you hung out with last night: people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. What you’re not: social.&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffin: top.&lt;br /&gt;17: One of your wish list items: Prague.&lt;br /&gt;18: Time: passes.&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you did: pee.&lt;br /&gt;20. What you are wearing: earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. Your favorite weather: cold.&lt;br /&gt;22. Your favorite book: numerous.&lt;br /&gt;23. The last thing you ate: granola.&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life: good.&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood: amused.&lt;br /&gt;26. Your best friend(S): savior.&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now? words.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car: sleek.&lt;br /&gt;29. What are you doing at the moment?: typing.&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer: hot.&lt;br /&gt;31. Your relationship status: married.&lt;br /&gt;32. What is on your TV?: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;33. What is the weather like?: raining.&lt;br /&gt;34. When is the last time you laughed?: today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1887528352504968295?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1887528352504968295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1887528352504968295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1887528352504968295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1887528352504968295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/04/stolen-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-708080757685476714</id><published>2010-04-14T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:36:32.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still here...i have a few things on my mind but am waiting to post about them. actually, i'm considering switching to wordpress so that i can protect some posts *scratches head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;more in a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-708080757685476714?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/708080757685476714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=708080757685476714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/708080757685476714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/708080757685476714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-here.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4521640748006883234</id><published>2010-03-25T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:22:39.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>sum it up thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Grandpa said to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Grandson sit down we need to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In life, there may be times when it gets hard to walk the walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's easier to take the path that most have traveled on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then again sometimes to do what's right you must walk alone." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Some people are unkind to those who see things different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've all felt pain in ways it hurts to even bring it up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that don't mean that we should take this motion lying down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll stand and fight until the day they put me in the ground."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's a lonely road, Ooh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When this world burns down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deep in your soul... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will find there's a peace left in mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will find there's a peace to find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Peace to find) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"And now I've taught you all I know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So take this seed and let it grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(So take this seed and let it grow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So take this seed and let it grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I'm here now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;soon I'll be gone I did what I can to try it make you strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I did what I can to try it make you strong) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(And I see that you're strong)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Lord, it's a lonely road, Ooh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When this world burns down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deep in your soul... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(This world burns down, deep in your soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will find there's a peace left in mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will find there's a peace to find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Lord, it's a lonely road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Such a lonely road) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Lord, it's a lonely road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Hey, it's a lonely road)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Lord, it's a lonely road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Lord, it's a lonely road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilike.com/s/7kGyA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lonely Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RJA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4521640748006883234?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4521640748006883234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4521640748006883234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4521640748006883234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4521640748006883234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/03/sum-it-up-thursday.html' title='sum it up thursday'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1114855883848376322</id><published>2010-03-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:01:55.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>xvii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in secret, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you as the plant that never blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so I love you because I know no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;than this: where I does not exist, nor you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonnet XVII, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo.Neruda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1114855883848376322?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1114855883848376322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1114855883848376322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1114855883848376322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1114855883848376322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/03/xvii.html' title='xvii'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3843674738853903258</id><published>2010-03-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:16:05.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>apparently, i don't do pink...of any kind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday night we went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattselrancho.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for good times with family and friends...and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ritas&lt;/span&gt;. Had a blast and made promises to do it more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's pink and purple and sparkly all over? A 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yro's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party, duh! We drove south for the frilly event and while we had a reasonably good time (see below) seeing old friends and hanging with family, I came away with a few observations. One: I found myself praying (more than once) that if we have a child(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ren&lt;/span&gt;), I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; entirely certain I can handle a girl; two: if we are blessed with a girl, I hope she likes trees &amp;amp; chucks; three: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decidedly&lt;/span&gt; do not like the colors pink and purple. Oh and one more thing -"Pin Cinderella in the Window"?!?!?!? I guess the ass got the boot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course, we were asked when we were going to start having babies. Now, I kind of expected this since we were at a kids' party but I also (kind of) expected the topic to be dropped when I said "you know, whenever. No rush." And it wasn't. And I had to restrain myself from junk-punching someone. What I really want to tell people and frankly, I think it's only a matter of time before I do, is "Our procreation, or lack thereof, is really none of your fucking business." THAT is what I wanted to say, but y'all know I didn't. She kept prodding and I nodded, plastered on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vfr.net/~tdurkin/grin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and said, "Here's the thing, sweetie, my ovaries don't work. So, if you know how to fix them, please, by all means, contact my doctor and let him know because he sure as hell can't figure it out." Cue end of conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that this is breaking news or anything but everyone is full of expert opinions...until the details come out. Then they don't know what to say...and you know what? I don't give a flying spaghetti monster. I'm tired of making excuses for people not knowing any better (and I don't mean Darlene at the grocery store, I'm talking about people that you KNOW, family, close friends, etc...). And with that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you for your wonderful comments. Some of you posted on the blog and others e-mailed and/or called. All of you said that I wasn't a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/coward"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;coward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and while I appreciate it, I do disagree with you. But that's okay; I am what I am...for now. Had an impromptu talk this weekend about our plans and the next steps, so we'll see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.greenzonemovie.com/"&gt;Green.Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Liked it, had discussions about the motives of the movie and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; and recommended it to others. Flew solo Sunday afternoon and went to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1403981/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember.Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...and left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snotsobbing&lt;/span&gt;. Best movie ever? No, but it really was a good movie and I hope it gets the acclaim it deserves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S*X*S*W also started last week and I am so excited! I hope* to be spending time at a few shows this week/end and cannot wait. Live music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pwns&lt;/span&gt; me and this event is just epic. *I didn't purchase a wristband this year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; they were $750 for music ($1580 for media, music and interactive) and I'm kinda pissed about that. I remember when they were $75 back when I was in high school. I mean, shit, I live here for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fuck's&lt;/span&gt; sake. Shouldn't we residents get some sort of break? Sadly, even my rage about pricing can't keep me away. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;whatevs&lt;/span&gt;, I'll just pay a cover and wait in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It can only take a moment to waste the rest of your life.&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, Snuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3843674738853903258?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3843674738853903258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3843674738853903258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3843674738853903258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3843674738853903258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-night-we-went-here-for-good.html' title='apparently, i don&apos;t do pink...of any kind.'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-7750432152881276738</id><published>2010-03-09T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:22:48.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'>lingering thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been wondering lately just how much influence we all have on each other. I mean, I know, in general, peer influence greatly impacts our decisions, be they right or wrong. But what about life choices, the things that will change your life forever? How are we influenced by those around us when it comes time to making resolutions...be it marriage, children, careers and the like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still read infertility blogs, though not as often. There's so much pain, so much devastation - only a portion of which we've experienced - and so many unanswered questions. And when I read my what my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IFers&lt;/span&gt; are dealing with, or not, I sometimes ask myself if I'm willing to jump back in and take the risk, again? Can I do it? Am I emotionally strong enough to potentially have to deal with the worst possible outcome(s)? The answer is, usually, not today, no; how cowardly of me. And so then, what? I look around and see all these women (and men) giving &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; their all, every ounce of what they have is poured into building a family but the cost, oh how the cost scares the shit out of me. What price am I willing to pay? What am I willing to, potentially, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;? Because, although the goal is clear, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; can be so much larger than not bringing home a baby. And it can be infinitely smaller, depending on the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a strange, odd feeling I get when I ask these questions, as they go against nearly every fiber in my being. I am a life risk-taker, if you will. I have few fears that hold me back from doing the things I want. In general, I don't weigh my actions against the cost (there are, of course, exceptions). But this, this disease of infertility, it seems I am afraid to even try to conquer it. Afraid to even &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But all of this relates to the influence we have on each other. I have friends who have lost a child, friends who have miscarried (still the loss of a child), and friends who have sought out adoption only to have the birth parent(s) change their mind. Each of those scenarios plays through my mind and they each leave arms empty. And hearts broken. And life is now forever changed. And that is why I am afraid to even try. I have been influenced by my friends, their stories and what I watch them go through during and after the storm. And I ask myself, can I do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know. I'm not sure I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, indeed, how very cowardly of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-7750432152881276738?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/7750432152881276738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=7750432152881276738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7750432152881276738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7750432152881276738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/03/lingering-thoughts.html' title='lingering thoughts'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5665490348593715253</id><published>2010-03-08T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:27:53.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>hello monday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;! so...nothing too exciting happening with me (for a change). today is International Women's Day, so congratulate the women in your life for what they've accomplished in this world of glass ceilings...social, political and economical. we've got a long way to go but we're getting there (congrats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kathryn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bigelow&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see Alice.in.Wonderland (in 3D) Friday night and was blown away. not so much by the story or the acting, but the new technology in film is simply amazing and i was stunned and in awe. spent Saturday down in Corpus celebrating my nephew's 3rd birthday. and let me just say this - 4hrs with 12 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yros&lt;/span&gt;...actually, i probably don't even have to say anything. you can guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am planning on my next trip - or trying to. we'll see. i should know more this week. i owe y'all some stories and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working on it. rather than type it out 100x and to 100 different people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in the midst of creating a mass e-mail and will post it once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; done. as for the pictures, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; probably provide a link to the album for my family and friends. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; let you know when that's available and you can PM me and request the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's already march. only 5 more months until my next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;drs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;...only 5 more months until some decisions will have to be made. 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving&lt;/em&gt;. ~&lt;strong&gt;Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Amis&lt;/span&gt;, Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5665490348593715253?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5665490348593715253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5665490348593715253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5665490348593715253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5665490348593715253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-monday.html' title='hello monday...'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5566250097638210933</id><published>2010-03-01T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:26:57.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDSwdt3OtQ0/S4wGhIM9d9I/AAAAAAAAAow/yn0TFkGt-VA/s1600-h/24930_1325361048116_1053586633_31004661_7818756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In that book which is&lt;br /&gt;My memory . . .&lt;br /&gt;On the first page&lt;br /&gt;That is the chapter when&lt;br /&gt;I first met you&lt;br /&gt;Appear the words . . .&lt;br /&gt;Here begins a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Vita Nuova&lt;/em&gt;, Dante Alighieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;side note: I'd like to post some pics but am a little worried about them being used by others. Is there a way to 'lock' them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5566250097638210933?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5566250097638210933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5566250097638210933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5566250097638210933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5566250097638210933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-that-book-which-is-my-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2650819975904593414</id><published>2010-02-25T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:25:42.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm back! And Oh Em Gee....what an AMAZING trip! As soon as I have some time, I'll post pics and write about my adventure...and trust, I have a few stories that will have you ROFL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But for now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man's worth depends on his two smallest organs: his heart and his tongue&lt;/em&gt;. - Arab Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2650819975904593414?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2650819975904593414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2650819975904593414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2650819975904593414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2650819975904593414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-and-oh-em-gee.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6358337291804647790</id><published>2010-02-03T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:29:53.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Phillip James Bailey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In feelings, not in figures on a dial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lives in one hour more than in years do some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life's but a means unto an end; that end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The dead have all the glory of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6358337291804647790?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6358337291804647790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6358337291804647790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6358337291804647790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6358337291804647790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-live-in-deeds-not-years-in-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6097705013918671853</id><published>2010-02-02T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:45:32.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;made it back from Ohio in one piece. had to spend 6 hours at the Midway airport in Chicago due to weather delays. then flew straight into a massive storm cell. the last hour and a half of the flight was rocky...like, um, dropping and bouncing and rocking back &amp;amp; forth. oh, did i mention the lightning show that was going on outside? yea. and i have to get on a plane again in 9 days. fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the clothes i ordered online came in. all but one pair of pants fit nicely. well, they fit but they're too long. figured as much. they're also lined, which i didn't note when i ordered them. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wondering if they'll be too bulky to pack in the backpack. we'll see. slowly things are getting crossed of the 'to-do' list for the trip. i cannot believe i leave next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;. *so excited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 days after i get back, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to see this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bobschneidermusic.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. again. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.  and in March, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be checking out this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.citizencope.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stateradio.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. saw them both at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/acl-rundown.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; '09 and loved 'em.  found out recently that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/lilithfair.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lil.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Fair will be stopping here on tour this summer.  the line-up is fab and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just waiting to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tix&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that's all for now. have a super day...until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Khalil Gibran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6097705013918671853?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6097705013918671853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6097705013918671853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6097705013918671853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6097705013918671853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-made-it-back-from-ohio-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1333781348082782686</id><published>2010-01-25T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:30:57.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to see Master Pancake Theater - Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; this weekend and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;...seriously, find out if it's showing near you and GO. NOW. Funniest thing I've seen in a LONG time. So good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I leave for OH tomorrow morning - too early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally ordered some stuff for my trip. Got a few cargo-style pants. Please sweet baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt; let them fit, as I ordered them online and am NERVOUS. I know I'll have to have them hemmed but I can work with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh! Tried on a smaller size in jeans this weekend and nearly cried. They fit. I may or may not have done a little happy dance in the dressing room and there may or may not have been some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shrieking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;. *lips sealed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, I just wanted to say that you'll notice I took some things off my blog and rearranged others...if you have any questions about our IF experience or what we've done to date or whatever, shoot me an e-mail or leave a comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all for now...until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;laters&lt;/span&gt;...peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1333781348082782686?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1333781348082782686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1333781348082782686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1333781348082782686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1333781348082782686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-see-master-pancake-theater.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-35511006415616519</id><published>2010-01-21T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:29:07.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week has been shitty. And I realize that my shitty and your shitty and Bob's shitty are all different....but yea. SHITTY. And all of it is work related. People, systems, deadlines...gah. I could go on. I'm just glad its almost over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a lighter note, my brother turns 14 tomorrow. I can't believe it! Fourteen. I turned 30 in August and I think the realization of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; just hit me. Which means that my 1/2 birthday is coming up soon, too. And I'll be 6 months away from 31...holy shit. Lots to do between now and then...lots to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Homework tonight: 4min run, 3min walk x 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;qui onques rien n'enprist riens n'achieva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-35511006415616519?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/35511006415616519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=35511006415616519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/35511006415616519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/35511006415616519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-week-has-been-shitty.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8908473411602268238</id><published>2010-01-20T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:09:45.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>btw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is what i did last night @ the gym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 min run, 3 min walk x 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20 min walk @ 4.0 incline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8908473411602268238?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8908473411602268238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8908473411602268238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8908473411602268238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8908473411602268238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/btw.html' title='btw...'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-677098470150460390</id><published>2010-01-20T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T07:16:38.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>on books...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my reading for 2010 has already commenced...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; read these two books so far (they're part of a series): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Games-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439023483"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0439023491/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_2?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0439023483&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0ZWZBRYSA3ZS4KVR5HVH"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by Suzanne Collins.  I can't wait until the 3rd book comes out in August....oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peeta&lt;/span&gt;! I need to know what happened to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have these two on my night stand right now.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brief-Wondrous-Life-Oscar-Wao/dp/1594483299/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1264000276&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Brief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wonderous&lt;/span&gt; Life of Oscar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Junot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Diaz&lt;/span&gt; and am a few chapters in. So far, so good.  next will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vinegar-Hill-P-S-Manette-Ansay/dp/0060897848/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1264000339&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vinegar Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Manette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ansay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; heard mixed reviews about this one...we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; also decided to re-read a few books this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; keep you posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-677098470150460390?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/677098470150460390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=677098470150460390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/677098470150460390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/677098470150460390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-books.html' title='on books...'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8060764781812901943</id><published>2010-01-18T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:56:40.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(57,99,74); LINE-HEIGHT: 17px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;The Layers, Stanley Kunitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I have walked through many lives,&lt;br /&gt;some of them my own,&lt;br /&gt;and I am not who I was,&lt;br /&gt;though some principle of being&lt;br /&gt;abides, from which I struggle&lt;br /&gt;not to stray.&lt;br /&gt;When I look behind,&lt;br /&gt;as I am compelled to look&lt;br /&gt;before I can gather strength&lt;br /&gt;to proceed on my journey,&lt;br /&gt;I see the milestones dwindling&lt;br /&gt;toward the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and the slow fires trailing&lt;br /&gt;from the abandoned camp-sites,&lt;br /&gt;over which scavenger angels&lt;br /&gt;wheel on heavy wings.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have made myself a tribe&lt;br /&gt;out of my true affections,&lt;br /&gt;and my tribe is scattered!&lt;br /&gt;How shall the heart be reconciled&lt;br /&gt;to its feast of losses?&lt;br /&gt;In a rising wind&lt;br /&gt;the manic dust of my friends,&lt;br /&gt;those who fell along the way,&lt;br /&gt;bitterly stings my face.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I turn, I turn,&lt;br /&gt;exulting somewhat,&lt;br /&gt;with my will intact to go&lt;br /&gt;whereever I need to go,&lt;br /&gt;and every stone on the road&lt;br /&gt;precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;In my darkest night,&lt;br /&gt;when the moon was covered&lt;br /&gt;and I roamed through wreckage,&lt;br /&gt;a nimbus-clouded voice&lt;br /&gt;directed me:&lt;br /&gt;"Live in the layers,&lt;br /&gt;not on the litter."&lt;br /&gt;Though I lack the art&lt;br /&gt;to decipher it,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the next chapter&lt;br /&gt;in my book of transformations&lt;br /&gt;is already written.&lt;br /&gt;I am not done with my changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3909204205245647307-8060764781812901943?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8060764781812901943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8060764781812901943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8060764781812901943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8060764781812901943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/layers-stanley-kunitz-i-have-walked.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8232694275172577736</id><published>2010-01-18T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:56:58.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;there's not much to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; been really busy with work. going to be traveling (for work) soon and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; dreading it...timing could not be worse. but i work better under pressure and stress, so it'll all work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;making plans to go skydiving in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. can't wait. another notch on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-bucket-list.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to go see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chelsea_Handler"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt; hilarious lady. if you have never seen her show...i have no words. genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;shopping and packing for the big trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://mbarnann.stu.cofc.edu/moroccoII.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://mbarnann.stu.cofc.edu/morocco.htm&amp;amp;h=1024&amp;amp;w=1280&amp;amp;sz=377&amp;amp;tbnid=F3j399Y-Chg9qM:&amp;amp;tbnh=120&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmorocco&amp;amp;usg=__UgfsVFkhvhy_vC4nxxanxwEoJtE=&amp;amp;ei=URlVS_yZHpG6NvKZrJIJ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=7&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;ved=0CCgQ9QEwBg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;. 23 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and in case you're wondering, yes. i am still mourning the loss of both my teams. there's always next year, boys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, arial, 'lucida sans', helvetica, geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8232694275172577736?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-432624737371347792</id><published>2010-01-11T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:30:40.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know what you ache for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me how old you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the adventure of being alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you have been opened by life’s betrayals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or have become shrivelled and closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from fear of further pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can sit with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mine or your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without moving to hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or fade it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can be with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mine or your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you can dance with wildness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without cautioning us to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be careful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be realistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;remember the limitations of being human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;disappoint another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you can bear the accusation of betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and not betray your own soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you can be faithless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and therefore trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can see Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even when it is not pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you can source your own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from its presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can live with failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yours and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and still stand at the edge of the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and shout to the silver of the full moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Yes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to know where you live or how much money you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after the night of grief and despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;weary and bruised to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and do what needs to be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to feed the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me who you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or how you came to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you will stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the center of the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and not shrink back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you have studied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know what sustains you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;from the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when all else falls away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know if you can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and if you truly like the company you keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the empty moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Oriah Mountain Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*i found this &lt;a href="http://elisabethbrooker.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; a few days ago (after the author of the blog left a comment) and am still affected by it. i sense i will be for long while, as it makes me think about IF and so, so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-432624737371347792?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/432624737371347792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=432624737371347792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/432624737371347792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/432624737371347792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8237030879763189599</id><published>2010-01-07T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:09:05.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Bill Cosby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8237030879763189599?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8237030879763189599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8237030879763189599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8237030879763189599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8237030879763189599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-key-to-success-but-key-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1165887906278743958</id><published>2010-01-06T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:11:54.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt; and happy 2010! I hope the New Year finds y'all doing well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to a few parties on NYE...had a fun times with some old friends and made new friends. And that was that...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really make resolutions, as I prefer not to set myself up for failure. And really, all I want for 2010 is to &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt;. To not have judgement placed upon us for choices that we make...and to do things unselfishly for others but things that make us happy. I have little to no control on most things that happen in my life but I can control my attitude and outlook and view of the world around me. And I look forward to enjoying 2010 as much as possible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y'all know my love of music and so when I heard that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bobschneider"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was going to be playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.antones.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I had to go. So, I dragged an old friend along and off we went...&amp;amp; we had the best night! We sang and drank and danced and truly enjoyed some fabulous music &amp;amp; company! A special thanks to MB for making sure that I got home in one piece...the Captain and I both appreciate it. ;) OH! I don't think I posted about this *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facepalm&lt;/span&gt;* but...in December, my cousin and I went to see this &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/musicbobbylong"&gt;Bobby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.stubbsaustin.com/music_home.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, such a great concert. He sounds the SAME live as he does on his albums. And I was just...*swoon*. I think I have a thing for Bob's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still hitting up the gym daily...well, 6 days a week. And the jogging/running is coming along. I ran last night 2x for 3min &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;increments&lt;/span&gt; and then a final 5min run. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NGL&lt;/span&gt;, I was tired but I did it. I find that towards the end of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; workouts, it's easier for me to run longer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt; if that makes sense or if anyone else experiences that. If so...could you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LMK&lt;/span&gt; that I'm not weird. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My trip is officially 35 days away. I am so excited! Am currently searching for lightweight hiking/trekking shoes that aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt;. Not an easy task. I did get this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebags.com/kelty/redwing_3100/product_detail/index.cfm?modelid=123899&amp;amp;productid=1321451&amp;amp;sourceID=GOOGFEED&amp;amp;color=Russet&amp;amp;CAWELAID=298209069"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;backpack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (yes, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;russet&lt;/span&gt; aka burnt orange) and am hoping everything fits. I received my packing list yesterday and there are some interesting items! Taking the easy way out of posting topics, I'll probably post the places we'll be traveling to and through leading up to our trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheers to 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1165887906278743958?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1165887906278743958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1165887906278743958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1165887906278743958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1165887906278743958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/hola-and-happy-2010-i-hope-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3410237076527095596</id><published>2010-01-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:52:14.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Chuck.Palahniuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3410237076527095596?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3410237076527095596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3410237076527095596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3410237076527095596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3410237076527095596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-remember-same-as-spectacular-vogue.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1671200491493849630</id><published>2009-12-29T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:28:09.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Into My Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my wishes is that those dark trees, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But stretched away unto the edge of doom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I should not be withheld but that some day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Into their vastness I should steal away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fearless of ever finding open land, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do not see why I should e'er turn back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or those should not set forth upon my track &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To overtake me, who should miss me here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And long to know if still I held them dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They would not find me changed from him they knew-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Only more sure of all I thought was true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1671200491493849630?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1671200491493849630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1671200491493849630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1671200491493849630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1671200491493849630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/12/into-my-own-one-of-my-wishes-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4988683744845517394</id><published>2009-12-21T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:37:10.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>After A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a while you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the subtle difference between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and company doesn't always mean security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that kisses aren't contracts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with your head up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and your eyes ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to build all your roads on today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a while you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that even sunshine burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you get too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so you plant your own garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you really are strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you really do have worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and you learn and you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with every goodbye, you learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veronica A Shoffstall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4988683744845517394?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4988683744845517394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4988683744845517394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4988683744845517394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4988683744845517394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/12/after-while.html' title='After A While'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1045012846132769010</id><published>2009-12-20T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:56:00.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this weekend was pretty uneventful. unless you count the cow.boys win over new.orleans. because that was just...epic.  and so very awesome...if not a little bittersweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my trip for february has been booked...i'll give a few more details as the time nears.  now i'm just trying to figure out what to pack. fun times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the weather has been awesome the past 2 days, so we've done a lot of outdoorsy things. went to a xmas bazaar and left feeling disappointed.  not at all what i expected and a bit too small for the $12 to get in...and the $5 to park.  lessons learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have a busy work week ahead...so much to do in only 2.5 days. gah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hope y'all have a wonderful holiday, however you choose to celebrate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1045012846132769010?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1045012846132769010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1045012846132769010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1045012846132769010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1045012846132769010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-lot.html' title='not a lot'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8498988557634378156</id><published>2009-12-17T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:37:51.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, some of our very best friends welcomed a new baby girl...a little pink to add to their brood (3) of blue. and she is adorable and soft and fuzzy and all baby. i sent the Captain up to see the newest addition on the day of her birth with our gifts, as i was unable to break away.  but i did go visit on day 2 of her stunning little life and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure how to explain it. i was concerned about my how i would feel and/or react.  because the last thing i wanted to be was snot-sobbing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;...and i wasn't.  and i didn't want to come off as overjoyed at the birth, lest someone think it fake (entirely possible, i can pull off the fake happy like no other)...and i didn't. i was, for lack of a better word, content.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for the first time in a really fucking long time, i was FINE. i didn't once think about infertility or feel a longing for my own baby. nothing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;. i just enjoyed being there with my friend and cradling little Miss M for a bit...until she made this yawning face and i just knew she was about to spit up all over me (and friend had to laugh b/c apparently 2 day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; don't really hack up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) and so friend's mother came to the rescue and took the baby.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and in that moment, i took a breath i hadn't realized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; been holding.  perhaps it was because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt;, i was just waiting for the breakdown and trying my best to enact a few self-preservation tactics, like you know, not allowing oxygen to flow to the brain. or maybe, just maybe, it was that i realized that, for me, there is life outside of infertility and it doesn't have to encompass every thought, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;, fear, want or need.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still not ready to jump back on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ttc&lt;/span&gt; train again. nope. not even close. and that's okay, too.  after putting our lives on hold for the 3 years with the mantra of "we can't because we might be pregnant," i think we're starting to actually live again. and that's good. really good.  it is what it is. and for me, IT is not IF right now. and when we're ready to jump back in the game, it will all be for the better. hell, maybe we'll even be a little less bitter and a lot more optimistic.  one can hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i realize that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in a much different place with my personal IF struggle/acceptance/co-existence than many others, some of whom are close to me. but i can't be any different than what i am. and that, too, is okay.  it's been mentioned that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; "pulled back" since our decision to stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ttc&lt;/span&gt;. and i have. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never said otherwise. but that, too, is about self-preservation. when you're trying to find yourself, the person you kind of lost while playing the waiting game for so long, it's not conducive to surround yourself with the same things. in order for you to change, things around you have to change.  this is not to say that i wish to lose friends or let friends go.  it's just that i can't &lt;em&gt;immerse&lt;/em&gt; myself in constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; of longing and wanting and depression and mourning and needing ALL THE TIME because then, &lt;em&gt;i &lt;/em&gt;wouldn't be moving forward.  and i have to move forward. i have to or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; fucking drown myself in self-misery and self-pity. and i can't do that anymore. once in a while, sure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; human. but on the constant - no. and so i hope that you can accept what i have to offer and if not, i understand. i truly do.  and what i have to offer is my friendship and my shoulder and my ear. the same things that have always been there, just maybe with a different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*check back with me next week and i may feel completely different. but today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty fucking comfortable with myself. and that's all i can do...take it one day at a time. see, somethings don't change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8498988557634378156?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8498988557634378156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8498988557634378156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8498988557634378156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8498988557634378156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-monday-some-of-our-very-best-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4753186226819141089</id><published>2009-12-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:07:30.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Albert Schweitzer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4753186226819141089?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4753186226819141089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4753186226819141089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4753186226819141089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4753186226819141089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-times-our-own-light-goes-out-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3228876314043118735</id><published>2009-12-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:34:34.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>meme aka copping out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got this from Jen's blog (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; link you but she's private. yea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; special.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my chest-size&lt;/strong&gt;. . .is different depending on the boob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my job&lt;/strong&gt;. . .can suck a donkey ball but i need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that when I’m driving&lt;/strong&gt;. . .i pretend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; auditioning for American.Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that I need&lt;/strong&gt;. . . to be free from a lot of things/people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come that realize that I have lost&lt;/strong&gt;. . . nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that I hate it when&lt;/strong&gt;. . . the person i thought you were, isn't you at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that if I’m drunk&lt;/strong&gt;. . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; wake up with unexplainable bruises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that money&lt;/strong&gt;. . .does help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that certain people&lt;/strong&gt;. . .have big britches &amp;amp; a lot of empty room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that I’ll always&lt;/strong&gt;. . . be crass, obnoxious and foul-mouthed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my sisters&lt;/strong&gt;. . . are very different from me, and that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my mom&lt;/strong&gt;…is human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;. . . is an extension of my arm; if i could attach it, I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that when I wake up in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;. . . i get another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that last night before I went to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. . . i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; done more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my dad&lt;/strong&gt;. . . is human, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that today&lt;/strong&gt;. . .might be THE day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that tonight&lt;/strong&gt;. . .&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;. . . will never come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that I really want to&lt;/strong&gt;. . . live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that life&lt;/strong&gt;. . . is full of adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my friends&lt;/strong&gt;. . . are my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that this year&lt;/strong&gt;. . .will count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my exes&lt;/strong&gt;. . .are exes for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that maybe I should&lt;/strong&gt;. . . stop planning around 'what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt;' and start planning 'what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;now's&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that I love&lt;/strong&gt;. . . comes in many sizes, shapes and forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that I don’t understand&lt;/strong&gt;. . .a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that parties&lt;/strong&gt;. . .are hit or miss but have a blast anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that I’m totally terrified&lt;/strong&gt;. . .of dying before i complete my 'fuck it bucket list'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to realize that my life&lt;/strong&gt;. . .is the only thing that is truly mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3228876314043118735?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3228876314043118735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3228876314043118735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3228876314043118735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3228876314043118735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/12/meme-aka-copping-out.html' title='meme aka copping out'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4513834201681228325</id><published>2009-12-01T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:55:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>drabble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we've decided not to decorate for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;.  i think the captain just doesn't want to deal with it and that's all. not only do i not want to deal with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt; (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IDGAF&lt;/span&gt; what you say, it IS a PITA to decorate), i just generally do not have any desire to celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never been big on the holidays, save for my birthday.  i wonder if it's a symptom of growing up with divorced parents and being tossed from one house to the next (so unique, i know)?  or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown tired of the demands that are unspoken but i know are there...like whose house we go to for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; dinner?  because we all know that where you choose to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; dinner is essentially the same thing as saying "we like/love them more." and let's not forget that it all HAS to be on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, g-d forbid you even consider making plans for the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. and try not to mention that you have like 503829040 houses to go to because your parents couldn't make it work and can't be in the same room together without a screening of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/span&gt; Now playing out.  and then there's the in-law's. but i digress...whatever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if i had it my way we'd be vacationing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;, every year. but the captain doesn't like the idea of being away from his family. go fucking figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4513834201681228325?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4513834201681228325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4513834201681228325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4513834201681228325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4513834201681228325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/12/drabble.html' title='drabble'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4130993032184268716</id><published>2009-11-30T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:45:16.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on being thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ah...things to be thankful for...a little late, i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my husband - he puts up with all of my shit and even though there are days where my mind swirls with doubt, he is my constant in the darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my friends - without them, i don't know where i'd be. i have several friends from very different circles and each of them plays a huge role in my life. and to my bestie, i don't know what the fuck i'd do without you. seriously. you are a lifeline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my family - we kick, scream and fight. but you'll always be there, this i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my legs - for not giving up on me as i try to become a runner. don't get any ideas, jogging is working just fine right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my lungs - see above. even though i torture you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my liver - for allowing me to enjoy life, even though i put you thru hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;music - has saved me in ways that i can't even describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and for the first time, in a long time, i am thankful that i have accepted that maybe it just wasn't our time. yet...maybe...next year...or ten down the road...or not. i am okay with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We can always find something to be thankful for, and there may be reasons why we ought to be thankful for even those dispensations which appear dark and frowning."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Albert Barnes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4130993032184268716?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4130993032184268716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4130993032184268716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4130993032184268716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4130993032184268716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-being-thankful.html' title='on being thankful'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2933476416628838239</id><published>2009-11-30T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T07:20:46.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a mobile test. Let&amp;#39;s see if this works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2933476416628838239?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2933476416628838239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2933476416628838239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2933476416628838239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2933476416628838239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-mobile-test.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5045513847369478401</id><published>2009-11-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:05:37.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really need to talk with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I keep stepping on the vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That keeps my lifeline flowing thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanna be your perfect stick of glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I don’t feel perfect at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sad and insecure flaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find it hard to hold conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not you its strictly me in this situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m wondering will it ever go away…just go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes I feel like weeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;awake and when I’m sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;perfecting how to put a game face on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this puzzle I’ve been keeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;has been in hiding creeping out the closet door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spilling out onto the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long will I be picking up pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long will I be picking up my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ll be as honest as I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m getting more paranoid and I’m hearing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they never turn out real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It feels like my heart is made of pure steel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s just so heavy all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yea I’m scared of death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I’m scared of living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave up on the past cause it’s unforgiving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I misplaced my trust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched my word begin to rust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m a balloon about to bust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a place for reliving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But sometimes I feel like weeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;awake and when I’m sleeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;perfecting how to put a game face on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this puzzle I’ve been keeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;has been in hiding creeping out the closet door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spilling out onto the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long will I be picking up pieces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long will I be picking up my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long (in another space and time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will I be picking up pieces in the corner of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long (its getting oh so hard to find) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I still walk on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue October, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cEy8-cGHyI"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picking Up Pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i hate blogger and its lack of formatting skills. fuckers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5045513847369478401?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5045513847369478401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5045513847369478401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5045513847369478401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5045513847369478401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-really-need-to-talk-with-you-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1096072300982959444</id><published>2009-11-23T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:18:49.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a friend is pregnant with their 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and due in a few weeks.  the neighbor's just announced they're having twins. another friend is due in the spring with their 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;these are happy times and should be beacons of hope for the future. read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;three friends have suffered losses within the last few weeks. for one, this was her 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. the second, this was her first. and the third lost their twins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and it is those stories that break my heart and prevent me from even thinking about ttc again. like, i can't even being to consider the thought of trying to get pregnant, much less actually becoming pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that's kind of a big deal...with big consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1096072300982959444?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1096072300982959444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1096072300982959444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1096072300982959444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1096072300982959444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/friend-is-pregnant-with-their-4-th-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8916137754395308457</id><published>2009-11-23T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:07:22.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption&lt;br /&gt;Winding in and winding out&lt;br /&gt;The shine of it has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And roped me in&lt;br /&gt;So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing&lt;br /&gt;I am captivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;br /&gt;I am selfish&lt;br /&gt;I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;I am right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;br /&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am flawed&lt;br /&gt;But I am cleaning up so well&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clear&lt;br /&gt;Like the diamond in your ring&lt;br /&gt;Cut to mirror your intentions&lt;br /&gt;Oversized and overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The shine of which has caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;And rendered me so isolated, so motivated&lt;br /&gt;I am certain now that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Vindicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear I'm right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn&lt;br /&gt;Up the corners of your lips&lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment, fall forever&lt;br /&gt;Defense is paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Just one touch and I'd be in&lt;br /&gt;Too deep now to ever swim against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip against the current&lt;br /&gt;So let me slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Vindicated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am selfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; am right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear I'm right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight hope&lt;br /&gt;It dangles on a string&lt;br /&gt;Like slow spinning redemption...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WoJV4NLxqg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vindicated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8916137754395308457?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8916137754395308457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8916137754395308457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8916137754395308457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8916137754395308457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope-dangles-on-string-like-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3804907361642898933</id><published>2009-11-17T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:57:26.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Joss Whedon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3804907361642898933?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3804907361642898933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3804907361642898933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3804907361642898933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3804907361642898933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/passion-it-lies-in-all-of-us-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6697966811807572337</id><published>2009-11-16T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:05:41.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>a little vacay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just got back from a quick weekend trip to Portland to visit a friend. had a blast. will post pics soon...absolutely beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it seems there's so much going on in my life these days, even though it feels like there's not much to tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the house is coming along. finally bought some rugs. need more. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too cheap to worry about it now. we seem to have a raccoon problem...was woken up at 1:30am one night last week to a barking dog. only one dog...which means there's a problem. woke up the Captain and he went to investigate (in his undies. oh, so hot)...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barkless&lt;/span&gt; dog had caught a raccoon. it was...interesting. think 2 men + 2 dogs + 1 raccoon @ 1:30am = Beverly Hillbillies, Austin-style. Fun times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;work is work. busy as ever, so i shouldn't complain. but i do. don't we all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gearing up for the holidays. have i ever told you how much i despise the holiday's? yea. they're not for me. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whatevs&lt;/span&gt;. they happen every year. and every year i smack a smile on my face. because that's what i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the gym is going well...still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hittin&lt;/span&gt;' it hard, which is saying a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;going to see new.moon. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; and i cannot wait. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not ashamed about my addiction to the series. so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am also going to a few concerts in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;december&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/musicbobbylong"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bobby.long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','2','','0CBgQFjAB')" href="http://joepurdy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;purdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and one other that shall remain a secret until it's passed...'cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; shady like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i think that's all for now. i know, you just can't get enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xoxo&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/3909204205245647307-6697966811807572337?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6697966811807572337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6697966811807572337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6697966811807572337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6697966811807572337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-vacay.html' title='a little vacay'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1565767536313306239</id><published>2009-11-09T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:02:40.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 yrs...Happy Anniversary, babe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are the flame in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You light my way in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You are the ultimate star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pick me up from above&lt;br /&gt;Your unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Takes me to paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so divine&lt;br /&gt;Your soul and mine are entwined&lt;br /&gt;Before you I was blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I've opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And with you there's no disguise&lt;br /&gt;So I could open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;But I could not figure out&lt;br /&gt;That I had to do it everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put away the fright&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna live my life&lt;br /&gt;Giving you the most in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I belong to youI belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you, you&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you, you&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you&lt;br /&gt;And you, and you&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You make my life complete&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Lenny Kravitz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1565767536313306239?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1565767536313306239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1565767536313306239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1565767536313306239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1565767536313306239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/7-yrshappy-anniversary-babe.html' title='7 yrs...Happy Anniversary, babe.'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4895796434605312376</id><published>2009-11-07T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:16:11.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A friend recently said "The worst kind of shock is shattering your own illusions." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So fucking true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4266909376519747757</id><published>2009-11-04T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:46:33.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;respecting your unspoken request,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;giving you space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you're ready,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you ever are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll be here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;any way you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4266909376519747757?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4266909376519747757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4266909376519747757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4266909376519747757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4266909376519747757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/11/respecting-your-unspoken-request-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-862554883779940443</id><published>2009-10-29T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:00:46.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Leo Buscaglia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-862554883779940443?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/862554883779940443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=862554883779940443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/862554883779940443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/862554883779940443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-go.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2064562195446667103</id><published>2009-10-27T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:01:01.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Jim Morrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2064562195446667103?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2064562195446667103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2064562195446667103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2064562195446667103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2064562195446667103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-of-myself-as-intelligent.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6856177228698324205</id><published>2009-10-22T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:01:16.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Anais Nin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6856177228698324205?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6856177228698324205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6856177228698324205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6856177228698324205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6856177228698324205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-process-of-becoming-combination.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6716514137961583278</id><published>2009-10-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:36:23.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Every Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out&lt;br /&gt;and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;a youth she’s content to leave behind….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br /&gt;a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;retelling it in her old age….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….&lt;br /&gt;a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br /&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br /&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder… and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;that she can’t change the length of her calves,&lt;br /&gt;the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust,&lt;br /&gt;whom she can’t,&lt;br /&gt;and why she shouldn’t take it personally…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;where to go…&lt;br /&gt;be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…&lt;br /&gt;or a charming inn in the woods…&lt;br /&gt;when her soul needs soothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br /&gt;what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…&lt;br /&gt;a month…and a year…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/contributors/pamela-redmond-satran" s_oc="null"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pamela Redmond Satran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6716514137961583278?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6716514137961583278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6716514137961583278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6716514137961583278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6716514137961583278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/every-woman.html' title='Every Woman...'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5378377742787840228</id><published>2009-10-14T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:21:25.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been months since i've looked at infertility blogs. but i decided to lurke again and see if anyone had made any successful progress in department of baby making. i visited a blog where i often lurked in the past and these literally made me pee my pants (courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3909204205245647307"&gt;Mo and Will&lt;/a&gt;). Laugh! (no seriously, it's ok...i did. a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLCv-dnvb8I/SsYt-U3jvEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tpimDlGAXCk/s400/pregnant-lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLCv-dnvb8I/SsYt-U3jvEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tpimDlGAXCk/s400/pregnant-lady.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLCv-dnvb8I/SsYrwmgXyLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FxAnr282ruw/s400/girl+with+gun-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLCv-dnvb8I/SsYrwmgXyLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/FxAnr282ruw/s400/girl+with+gun-final.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5378377742787840228?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5378377742787840228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5378377742787840228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5378377742787840228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5378377742787840228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-months-since-ive-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLCv-dnvb8I/SsYt-U3jvEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tpimDlGAXCk/s72-c/pregnant-lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2998162707841007426</id><published>2009-10-12T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:44:05.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Henry Ellis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2998162707841007426?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2998162707841007426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2998162707841007426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2998162707841007426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2998162707841007426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-art-of-living-lies-in-fine-mingling.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-7857033336103504875</id><published>2009-10-08T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:56:00.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>ACL Rundown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't have a lot of time but wanted to give a brief synopsis of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; (below &amp;amp; c/p from an earlier e-mail). Three days of music, booze, mud, booze and more mud. Yea. Lots of rain. And did I mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austin360.com/news/content/music/stories/2009/10/1005acl.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? Spent some after hours time &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.austinromeos.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bartonspringssaloon.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Did some prep work &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.tavernabylombardi.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with $1 mimosas. Injured my toe...avoided toe amputation and most certain death...and still had the best weekend ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impressed:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theavettbrothers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avett&lt;/span&gt; Bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wearephoenix.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewbird.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.drdogmusic.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dr Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thieverycorporation.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thievery Corporation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ghostlandobservatory.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ghostland&lt;/span&gt; Observatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - &lt;em&gt;would probably never buy their album but they put on an awesome show&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.citizencope.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Citizen Cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.boniver.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; Iver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bellx1.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bell X1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.theairbornetoxicevent.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Airborne Toxic Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.arcticmonkeys.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/thecottonjonesbasketride"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cotton Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pearljam.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thedeadweather.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Dead Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jack White's new band...I'm not a fan of the White Stripes but they weren't that bad.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/brettdennen.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dennen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stateradio.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;State Radio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*- &lt;em&gt;the lead singer is from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dispatchmusic.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dispatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, whom I love!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mattmorris.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matt Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.michaelfranti.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Franti&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Spearhead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;fun for a night out, lots of energy &amp;amp; covers&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.raulmalo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/jessewoodsband"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesse Woods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*- &lt;em&gt;reminds me of Dylan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointed:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kingsofleon.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - &lt;em&gt;still very bitter about this- acoustics were AWFUL. I'll be looking for them on tour tho b/c their new album has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pwn'd&lt;/span&gt; me for the last year; I've yet to tire of it. Really bummed b/c 5 min after we left the show, Eddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vedder&lt;/span&gt; came out and jammed with them. Will be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt; moment for a LONG TIME. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.davematthewsband.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - &lt;em&gt;was not impressed as a first time concert goer. He didn't play for the entire allotted time and didn't do any of the 'good' stuff; very disappointing.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.floggingmolly.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flogging Molly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I like some of their stuff but everything sounds the same. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.decemberists.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Decemberists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - &lt;em&gt;again, really bitter...they played almost all tracks of their latest album, which I'm not a fan of. But I had to laugh...one of the dudes was wearing a black sequined DRESS. *died*&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thegreencards.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Greencards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*New bands for me that I'll continue to listen to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll update my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; later with some new music to reflect my experience at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-7857033336103504875?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/7857033336103504875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=7857033336103504875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7857033336103504875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7857033336103504875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/10/acl-rundown.html' title='ACL Rundown'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8063516602345426396</id><published>2009-09-30T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T06:47:04.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uberexcited. pumped. happy. ecstatic. thrilled. amped. i could go on and on and on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the countdown has officially begun for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2009.aclfestival.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ACL 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. and i am stoked beyond words. bestie and i will be attending the event together...plenty of memories to be had, of this i am certain. my playlist (below) is of a few bands that i'll be seeing fri, sat and sun. enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without music life would be a mistake&lt;/em&gt;. -&lt;strong&gt;Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5804284512364628501</id><published>2009-09-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:05:21.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever get worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And your load is hard to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And your life is like a sad sad story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one nobody really cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if you ever need someone to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you ever need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your ship out on the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your water in the desert sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been there I've felt like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feelin' like winter would never turn to spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And everybody I know has got problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But there's a solution to everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you ever need someone to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you ever need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your ship out on the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your water in the desert sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And after you've found your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You won't owe me nothin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause you're gonna know that your well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will never run dry, never run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you ever need someone to talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you ever need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your ship out, your ship out on the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your water in the desert sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I will give you shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your ship out on the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be your water in the desert sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keb' Mo',&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/keb-mo/tracks/ill-be-your-water--33134338"&gt;I'll Be Your Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5804284512364628501?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5804284512364628501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5804284512364628501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5804284512364628501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Albert Schweitzer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3255484843647516604?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3255484843647516604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3255484843647516604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wander down my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I submerge myself to the anxiety of your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I search through the most precious things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And your caress appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly, I look to the enlightened horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If tomorrow, in this room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will we fuse again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This much insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What would be of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you were missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What would be of me if I didn’t find another love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That awakened the desires of feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abandoned in pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What would be of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you were not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What would be of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If this passion ran out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That shakes with the strength of a thousand seas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angered by the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What would be of me… ay, of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uneasy and solitary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like you are sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You return, the hope of having you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my arms for ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the enlightened horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I wonder if tomorrow you’ll return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you decide not to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This adventure…&lt;br /&gt;If you weren’t here… were would I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Allow myself to be shaken with the strength of a thousand seas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lena, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dviQ6xRPBfM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que Seria de Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5877545399788583872?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5877545399788583872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5877545399788583872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5877545399788583872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5877545399788583872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-seria-de-mi.html' title='que seria de mi'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3041090833418271941</id><published>2009-09-22T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:31:49.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norman B. Rice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3041090833418271941?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3041090833418271941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3041090833418271941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3041090833418271941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3041090833418271941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/09/dare-to-reach-out-your-hand-into.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-920493479518979524</id><published>2009-09-14T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:45:47.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;back from an awesome trip to Chicago. my travel &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;buddy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt;, has an awesome friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://willbyingtonphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, who put us up for a couple of nights &amp;amp; entertained us. took in a couple of Cubs games...one from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrigleydoneright.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rooftop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and the other on the 3rd base line, 6 rows up...with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; view of the bullpen. one word = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicago.cubs.mlb.com/team/player.jsp?player_id=448753"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;berg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. hung out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://berniesonclark.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for a bit after the game on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. then spent a couple of hours at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.germanday.com/german_day_festival.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;germanfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saturday's&lt;/span&gt; game, we took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kelly's&lt;/span&gt; parental units &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://addison.dagsdelivers.com/zgrid/themes/753/intro/index.jsp;jsessionid=a1wZAdTxfaB4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in celebration of her dad's b-day. then we regrouped &amp;amp; lounged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oldtownalehouse.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for a couple of drinks &amp;amp; laughs. and of course, it wouldn't be a trip to Chi-town without a trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.millenniumpark.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, a great trip &amp;amp; one that shall be repeated annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; leave you with a quote to sum up our weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; - we can do anything, damn it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-Elva &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rupio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-920493479518979524?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2218802126697233930</id><published>2009-09-09T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:32:52.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rush&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0Dk3PRoHyM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2218802126697233930?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2218802126697233930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2218802126697233930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2218802126697233930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2218802126697233930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-of-us-get-lost-in-darkness-dreamers.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5117025406539351627</id><published>2009-09-01T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:13:50.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5117025406539351627?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5117025406539351627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5117025406539351627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5117025406539351627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5117025406539351627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-lies-behind-you-and-what-lies-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-392085530720025975</id><published>2009-08-31T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:17:09.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" title="w:Choke (novel)" href="http://www.amazon.com/Choke-Chuck-Palahniuk/dp/0385720920"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-392085530720025975?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/392085530720025975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=392085530720025975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/392085530720025975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/392085530720025975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-in-your-mind-you-have-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8868754249079339810</id><published>2009-08-24T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:37:38.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My will shall shape the future. Whether I fail or succeed shall be no man's doing but my own. I am the force; I can clear any obstacle before me or I can be lost in the maze. My choice; my responsibility; win or lose, only I hold the key to my destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine Maxwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8868754249079339810?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8868754249079339810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8868754249079339810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8868754249079339810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Cause when you are dreaming you see for miles and miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tom Waits, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Midnight Lullab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-7972881927780922170?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/7972881927780922170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=7972881927780922170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7972881927780922170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7972881927780922170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-when-you-are-dreaming-you-see-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-937577455802857614</id><published>2009-08-18T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:41:27.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margaret Fairless Barber&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Roadmender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-937577455802857614?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/937577455802857614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=937577455802857614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/937577455802857614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/937577455802857614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-look-backward-for-while-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-7717308517661501758</id><published>2009-08-17T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:27:25.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had a good weekend. still moving. FML. have decided to start saving like now for our next move....in 10 yrs. i shall hire movers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hung out with some friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cedardooraustin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; friday night....best mexican martinis. EVER. then we went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thirdbaseaustin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for some not so good margaritas.  &lt;--this place...you have to climb about 30 stairs to get to it....we saw several people fall. and i tripped going up, of course.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that's about it. i swear, i am so boring these days. srsly. who knew that TTC provided so much more bloggable crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ooh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carbonleaf.com/newsplash/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; band is playing here on sept 29, i'mma try to drag emily since kelly won't go a 2nd time.  and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilcoworld.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; band will be here on oct 8...and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2009.aclfestival.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is smooshed in btwn! these are the reasons i love the ATX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-7717308517661501758?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/7717308517661501758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=7717308517661501758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7717308517661501758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7717308517661501758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4487409233182980227</id><published>2009-08-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:03:56.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Pickford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4487409233182980227?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4487409233182980227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4487409233182980227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4487409233182980227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4487409233182980227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-may-have-fresh-start-any-moment-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5106632683633286442</id><published>2009-08-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:31:28.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, we're officially moving into our new house.  i love it. but moving sucks. and there's not much more i can say about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;training is going good. hitting the gym 6x a week.  trainer is kicking my ass but i suppose that's his job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bro is still with us. mom wants him back next week tho. summer has flown by and it's time for him to get ready for the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade (scary).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;work is work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the next few months are going to be exciting.  at the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aug&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt; will be moving back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seattle&lt;/span&gt; and staying with us for a bit. then, in early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sept&lt;/span&gt;. another friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt;, will be moving from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;georgia&lt;/span&gt; and staying with us while her fiance finishes up army basic training. poor captain...all the estrogen! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;! in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sept&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt; and i will be heading north to chi-town to check out some Cubs games! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!! cannot wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that's all for now! carry on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5106632683633286442?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5106632683633286442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5106632683633286442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5106632683633286442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5106632683633286442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-were-officially-moving-into-our-new.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6050609879938324220</id><published>2009-08-10T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:36:55.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is the possibility that keeps me going … and though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6050609879938324220?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6050609879938324220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6050609879938324220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6050609879938324220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6050609879938324220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-possibility-that-keeps-me-going.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6702856129872765486</id><published>2009-08-06T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:29:18.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon--instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6702856129872765486?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6702856129872765486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6702856129872765486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6702856129872765486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6702856129872765486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-most-tragic-things-i-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-325895935927153631</id><published>2009-08-04T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T06:30:06.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Sunday I turned the big 3.0! I can't believe it and I can't wait to rock out in my 30's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other day a man asked me what I thought was the best time of life.  "Why," I answered without a thought, "now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Grayson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-325895935927153631?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/325895935927153631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=325895935927153631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/325895935927153631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/325895935927153631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-sunday-i-turned-big-3.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-7590199614867450218</id><published>2009-08-01T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:43:18.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-7590199614867450218?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/7590199614867450218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=7590199614867450218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7590199614867450218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/7590199614867450218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/08/certain-thoughts-are-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5153968606289335568</id><published>2009-07-29T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:59:23.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ezra Pound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5153968606289335568?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5153968606289335568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5153968606289335568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5153968606289335568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5153968606289335568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-man-understands-deep-book-until-he.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8624295211433810181</id><published>2009-07-28T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:00:41.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Robert McCloskey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8624295211433810181?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8624295211433810181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8624295211433810181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8624295211433810181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8624295211433810181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-that-you-believe-you-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6777266716291201208</id><published>2009-07-27T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:09:56.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is that quiet voice at the end of the day, saying I will try again tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Anne Radmacher&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shared thoughts on the above from a dear friend: You try your hardest, you give it your all—and sometimes it won’t be enough and you’ll fail, but you’ll know that you tried, and you’ll be ready to try again. Being brave isn’t about not being afraid—it’s about facing your fears, embracing them and growing out of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6777266716291201208?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6777266716291201208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6777266716291201208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6777266716291201208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6777266716291201208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/courage-doesnt-always-roar.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1405225939103726830</id><published>2009-07-21T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:16:45.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps when you’re alone, at night, in your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will hear that someone calls you without you knowing who they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so you will learn, that there are things like the wind&lt;br /&gt;That really exist, but you can’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it is also possible that one haste filled afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower blooms, you’ll feel an urge&lt;br /&gt;And so you will learn that there are things like the river&lt;br /&gt;That are always leaving, but they never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or crossing the street, your laughing heart&lt;br /&gt;Will remember a heartache you didn’t have yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And so you will learn that there are things like dreams&lt;br /&gt;Things that have never been, but that could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even if you prefer to ignore these things&lt;br /&gt;You will know why you sigh while listening to a song&lt;br /&gt;And so you will learn that there are things like roses&lt;br /&gt;Things that are beautiful, without knowing that they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And during any afternoon, you’ll feel as though you have left&lt;br /&gt;And an ashy breeze will be spread in your garden&lt;br /&gt;And so you will learn that time and forgetting&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Angel Buesa,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Poema de las Cosas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1405225939103726830?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1405225939103726830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1405225939103726830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1405225939103726830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1405225939103726830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/perhaps-when-youre-alone-at-night-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8473602035995189416</id><published>2009-07-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:44:40.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm on the corner waiting for a light to come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's when I know that you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Special unspoken without sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Told me you love me, that I'd never die alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hand over your heart, let's go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always been known to cross lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never ever cried when I was feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always been scared of the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus don't love me, no one ever carried my load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm too young to feel this old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's to you, here's to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On to us, nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nobody sees, nobody but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Cold Desert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8473602035995189416?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8473602035995189416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8473602035995189416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8473602035995189416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8473602035995189416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-on-corner-waiting-for-light-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5521507499305790175</id><published>2009-07-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:18:09.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;all of the sudden, out of no where it hit me like a ton of bricks today.  i haven't thought about infertility too deeply in several months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i was sitting here watching a TOILET PAPER commercial of all things, and a little boy running thru the hall. and BAM. there it is....flood gates opened.  tbh, i'm seriously annoyed more than anything else.  i know that until we either do get pregnant and have a baby or until we decide what our familial future holds, i'll never be 'over' infertility...or at least have 'moved on'.  but shit. i was not expecting to just have a fucking breakdown unexpectedly.  and only one word comes to mind right now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5521507499305790175?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5521507499305790175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5521507499305790175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5521507499305790175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5521507499305790175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-of-sudden-out-of-no-where-it-hit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2743282609873747830</id><published>2009-07-08T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:04:57.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.D. Laing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2743282609873747830?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2743282609873747830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2743282609873747830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2743282609873747830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2743282609873747830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/madness-need-not-be-all-breakdown.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2858926400967296951</id><published>2009-07-02T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:26:40.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, i started going to the gym. even got myself a trainer. i had my first official workout session with him yesterday. i woke up today feeling hungover. every fucking muscle hurts. ALL OF THEM. what the hell am i thinking? sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have another session tomorrow and i am already wondering WTF he could have in store b/c i dunno that my jello legs will be able to fully support me. i mean, i have issues with clumbsiness to being with...but this has got me all outta balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have to go buy some of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Elite-Molded-Roller-Round-Popular/dp/B000HLLREA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tomorrow. and all i'mma say about them is that they cause me a great deal of pain.  but the trainer says they're necessary. and since he's in the know, i shall follow his orders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have some new music recs for you lovelies.  am thoroughly enjoying these artists....and a shout out to Lucy for passing them along!  i've added a song from each to my playlist below. also, be warned...i have put a few of my fav MJ songs on this week's playlist as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xavierrudd.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xavier Rudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://joepurdy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Joe Purdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/aabondy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AA Bondy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the house is coming along. we're supposed to close on july 30. things have been going pretty smoothly w/ everything. i've been expecting the ball to drop at some point, but so far - we've been good to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hope you're all doing well and enjoy this holiday weekend.  Happy 4th of July &amp;amp; God Bless America! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2858926400967296951?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2858926400967296951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2858926400967296951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2858926400967296951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2858926400967296951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-started-going-to-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6871287390202079413</id><published>2009-07-01T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:27:16.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>thoughts on waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i beg you… to have patience with everything unresolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in your heart and try to love the questions themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as if they were locked rooms or books written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in a very foreign language. don’t search for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the answers, which could not be given to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now, because you would not be able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to live them. And the point is, to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything. live the questions now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;perhaps then, some day far in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;future, you will gradually, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without even noticing it, live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;your way into the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903; in Letters to a Young Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*provided by miss kc...i love and miss you. now go update your damn blog and let the world know who you are! ;)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6871287390202079413?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6871287390202079413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6871287390202079413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6871287390202079413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6871287390202079413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-waiting.html' title='thoughts on waiting'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4342115029734653741</id><published>2009-06-25T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:40:06.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers.  The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leo Rosten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4342115029734653741?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4342115029734653741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4342115029734653741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4342115029734653741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4342115029734653741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/proverbs-often-contradict-one-another.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1959220544243312293</id><published>2009-06-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:48:01.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><title type='text'>for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regardless of how high we fly, all of us must sooner or later handle the tough times that life inevitably tosses our way. But that's not all bad. Contrary to popular belief, character is not built when tough times occur; it is revealed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So even at those times when your most precious of dreams have been blown apart or smashed to smithereens, you can immediately pick up your spirits by picking up the pieces right then and there. Not whenever you feel like it or get around to it, but right that very moment. By picking up the pieces and moving forward, learning from your past experiences and mistakes, you can quickly build on these life lessons and forge the life you have longed to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best of all, you will put the all the pieces together and ultimately uncover your unique place in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1959220544243312293?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1959220544243312293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1959220544243312293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1959220544243312293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1959220544243312293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-you.html' title='for you'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5096577740771973400</id><published>2009-06-11T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:37:42.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elizabeth Kubler-Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5096577740771973400?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5096577740771973400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5096577740771973400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5096577740771973400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5096577740771973400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-are-like-stained-glass-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1143675822119088946</id><published>2009-06-07T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:33:03.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, we made it back from the big V. had a fantabulous time.  really, we did.  and we actually did pretty well.  had a few big wins.  and relaxed.  heading back in Nov for a girls' only trip and i cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get back in the swing of things.  have a ton of laundry to catch up on.  and need to clean out my fridge. it'll have to wait. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a whole lot going on, tbh.  heading to the Blanco Lavender Festival on Friday.  should be fun; hot but fun. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gearing up for my little brother's annual summer visit.  haha. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yea. we're buying a house. i'm a nervous wreck over it. it's coming along. the brick is up. so that's cool. still fucking scared shitless.  but a las, this is the next move in life, no?  at least that's what i keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all you silent peeps are doing well. i know you're there. you just don't comment. but i can see you....hehe...little stars from around the globe (map). lol!  sorry i don't give you much to read these days. my life seems to have slowed to musings and reflections instead of the more personal shit that TTC brought on.  so, sorry if you're bored or if i disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1143675822119088946?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1143675822119088946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1143675822119088946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1143675822119088946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1143675822119088946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/sigh.html' title='home again'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3816621379212273135</id><published>2009-06-02T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:24:18.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3816621379212273135?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3816621379212273135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3816621379212273135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3816621379212273135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3816621379212273135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanna-laugh.html' title='wanna laugh?'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6870805459172470070</id><published>2009-06-02T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:13:47.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we take off for Vegas tomorrow but i wanted to leave you with this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan Cohen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6870805459172470070?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6870805459172470070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6870805459172470070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6870805459172470070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6870805459172470070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-take-off-for-vegas-tomorrow-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2606567555133552668</id><published>2009-05-27T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:32:28.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2606567555133552668?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2606567555133552668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2606567555133552668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2606567555133552668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2606567555133552668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-should-consider-every-day-lost-on.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1179038981241665505</id><published>2009-05-26T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:30:07.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quotesdaddy.com/quote/1120315/louis-binstock/very-often-we-are-our-own-worst-enemy-as-we-foolishly"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very often we are our own worst enemy as we foolishly build stumbling blocks on the path that leads to success and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louis Binstock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1179038981241665505?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1179038981241665505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1179038981241665505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1179038981241665505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1179038981241665505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-often-we-are-our-own-worst-enemy.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-74952066672783855</id><published>2009-05-21T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:44:11.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>things are getting crazay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yea, yea. i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; turned into a quote poster but really, sometimes it's easier to let the words of others describe my mood. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kwim&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today tho, you get some substance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;booked our trip for Vegas. countdown: 14 days. cannot wait. a little bummed that the dude i had wanted to do my tat won't be in town while we're there, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; postponing the ink until my next trip out there - a girls trip in November. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we're finally considering buying a house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; excited and extremely nervous about the whole thing. it seems so...final. i mean, i know it's not but i dunno...me and my commitment issues. sigh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; keep y'all posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh! hi-ho, hi-ho. guess who's the mama of a new mac.book.pro? i love it and i wanna have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;macbabies&lt;/span&gt;. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-74952066672783855?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/74952066672783855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=74952066672783855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/74952066672783855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/74952066672783855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-are-getting-crazay.html' title='things are getting crazay!'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4733447042381567315</id><published>2009-05-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:52:03.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The most important thing to remember is this: To be ready at any moment to give up what you are for what you might become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;W.E.B. Du Bois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4733447042381567315?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4733447042381567315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4733447042381567315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4733447042381567315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/4733447042381567315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-important-thing-to-remember-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3595897260690457939</id><published>2009-05-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:40:54.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laozi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3595897260690457939?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3595897260690457939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3595897260690457939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3595897260690457939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3595897260690457939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/snow-goose-need-not-bathe-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-8520313638567159898</id><published>2009-05-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:36:28.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lao Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8520313638567159898?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8520313638567159898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8520313638567159898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8520313638567159898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8520313638567159898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-series-of-natural-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3093114084498200798</id><published>2009-05-12T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:42:02.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>hola, peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, not a lot going on. i know, i know...shocking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mother's day was a ball of fun. not. it has to be the most dreaded holiday for me.  and i wish i could just curl up in a ball and sleep the day away.  but alas, i can't.  and so i don't. and it's not really that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still drowning in my own misery related to IF b/c &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not.  but mother's day is a reminder...and let's be real, do we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IF'ers&lt;/span&gt; need reminders?  i mean, it's there. it's in the back of my head...i &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; think about it whenever i want to.  sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i *think* i finally 'found' the tattoo that i want to get.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be sure to post a pic once i have it done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the captain's b-day is next month and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what to get him.  he'll be 35...old. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; taking suggestions for a gift.  shoot me your thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's already summer her in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ATX&lt;/span&gt;. hazy days are ahead....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blech&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looking forward to going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.txrd.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;roller derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; with some friends; should be totes fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the captain is going on his annual boys' trip this weekend.  what's a girl to do with 3 days to herself? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bwahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;actually, i think i might sign up for a sewing class and get a little project &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been working on out of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that's it. see...nada...zilch...i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nuttin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but mebbe that's not such a bad thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3093114084498200798?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3093114084498200798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3093114084498200798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3093114084498200798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3093114084498200798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/hola-peeps.html' title='hola, peeps'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-3745277726317938583</id><published>2009-05-06T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:47:49.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel my body, my mind, weighted down - all is heavy - but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently wait to burst free. Some of us die never having burst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Drew Sirtors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3745277726317938583?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3745277726317938583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3745277726317938583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3745277726317938583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/3745277726317938583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-my-body-my-mind-weighted-down.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2505485883302550610</id><published>2009-05-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:34:54.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>boring meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? Flores Mexican...local haunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?TexMex (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Scar Tissue and wisdom teeth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. What is the last heavy item you lifted? Smoker/BBQ Pit...&lt;em&gt;o.0 at the captain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Have you ever been knocked unconscious? negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?  nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? i have no clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. What’s your goal for the year? mark some things off my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-f-it-bucket-list.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Last person you hugged? the captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. First place you went this morning? potty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Do you always answer your phone? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. It’s four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it? haha&lt;em&gt;ffn&lt;/em&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. If you could change your eye color what would it be? i wouldn't.  green rulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. What’s on your wish list for your birthday? sky diving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. Does the future make you more nervous or excited? excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. Do you have any saved texts?  unintentionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Ever been in a car wreck? yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. Do you have an accent? i&lt;em&gt; am&lt;/em&gt; from Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. What was the last song to make you cry?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-fYcpxmvrk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lenders in the Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, Conor Oberst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. What did you do last night? read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom? been close, but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. Current hate right now? noobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. Met someone who changed your life? yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. How did you bring in the New Year? with my 13yro brother!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. 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No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Søren Kierkegaard&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sickness-Unto-Death-Kierkegaards-Writings/dp/0691072477"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sickness Unto Death : Kierkegaard's Writings, Vol 19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-3548072762309032109?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/3548072762309032109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=3548072762309032109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have no idea where to start, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to start rambling....as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;friend and fellow blogger, Lori (private blog) welcomed baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Landen&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;congrat's&lt;/span&gt; to Lori and David!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OOT&lt;/span&gt; on business last week. went to C-bus, Ohio. watched a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.minorleaguebaseball.com/index.jsp?sid=t445"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;minor league baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; game in the wind and rain; ate a hot dog. i know, i know. but i was starving and thought i might die...&lt;em&gt;from both starvation and the hot dog. &lt;/em&gt;hung out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiptopcolumbus.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;; i can't recommend any food but i can tell you they make some mean cranberry &amp;amp; vodka's. also hung out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wikimapia.org/1555120/CBR-s-Bar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to see a band (o.O...can't find them on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interwebs&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; link you). all in all, met some fun peeps and had a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am seriously giddy over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2009.aclfestival.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 2009 lineup. if you're my friend on face.book, check out &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; lineup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cannot wait. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt;. the countdown has begun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oct&lt;/span&gt; 2-4. if you're in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ATX&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was rec'd a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boniver.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. bought the album. and love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.  my neighbor came by last night...asked us about having kids. surprisingly, infertility and our situation rolled right off my tongue. no hesitation. then she asked who my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; was (she's an L&amp;amp;D nurse). i told her. she then told me that was my problem. that he sucked. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cont'd&lt;/span&gt; on and on...um. yea. then i got kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;. but then came the 'you're still young' comment. yea. i thought that, too. but 3 years later...still aging. and eggs are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;a'rottin&lt;/span&gt;'. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whatevs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trying to plan a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt; next month. crossing my fingers everything falls into place. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;last but not least...and most exciting. am planning on purchasing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. i am a little nervous, for obvious reasons. but i am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' excited. is there anything i should know? any advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that's about it. i know. pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. but tomorrow it's wordy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and i know how much y'all just live for that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2238766787790578147?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2238766787790578147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2238766787790578147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a business trip and am still regaining my bearings.  i'll post more tomorrow when i have some time to actually put together something decent for you lovelies to read.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-7406523470661973341?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/7406523470661973341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=7406523470661973341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wednesday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-8283446518884619794?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/8283446518884619794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=8283446518884619794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8283446518884619794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/8283446518884619794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/04/individual-has-always-had-to-struggle.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-1493086499413434692</id><published>2009-04-12T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:40:04.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>from my F*@% It Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is for my AK, who told me at the wedding she reads my blog.  but apparently doesn't comment...&lt;em&gt;shame on you, AK&lt;/em&gt;.  i was going to list them in the order i wrote them but decided to just randomly pull and c/p...here are 13 from my list &lt;em&gt;(13 is  my lucky/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; number) -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Sky Diving  &lt;em&gt;(this will be crossed off on Aug 2!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. No-Predetermined-Destination Road Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. World Series &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. ride a bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. ride a train - the Orient Express, travel Europe by train, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36. write a book about my life - &lt;em&gt;not leaving out anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;46. ride a camel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the desert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;51. jump off a cliff  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;63. take a pic w/ Royal Guard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;88. send a message in a balloon or bottle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;90. run the stairs in Philly....Rocky style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;95. surfing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;111. stomp&lt;/span&gt; grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know, i know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; b-o-r-i-n-g.  nothing terribly exciting or unique, so sorry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-1493086499413434692?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/1493086499413434692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=1493086499413434692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1493086499413434692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/1493086499413434692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-f-it-bucket-list.html' title='from my F*@% It Bucket List'/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-6372071395350970650</id><published>2009-04-09T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:47:20.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, last weekend was the wedding.   there were no surprises but that doesn't mean it went on without incident.   i came to two conclusions after the 3 day affair - 1. my family never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappoints&lt;/span&gt;. never.  &amp;amp; 2.  weddings are overrated.   my advice to you singletons - E.L.O.P.E.  save &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; the stress and the bullshit that goes along with having a wedding.   go get hitched, get the little 8x10 piece of paper that will bind you to another person for life (hopefully) and then we'll throw down like it's 1999 in celebration.  no expectations.  no hurt feelings.  no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bridezillas&lt;/span&gt;.  and it'll be perfectly acceptable for you to be unable to stand upright at the end of the night...on your own two feet...because it's a party, not a wedding.   just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i took a nap last night and woke up craving a frosty from W.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;endy's&lt;/span&gt;.  and a small fry.  'cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;frosty + fries = win.   i told the Captain what I wanted and he just looked at me.  so i twitched my nose and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;puckered&lt;/span&gt; my lips.  that worked.  i started heading towards W.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;endy's&lt;/span&gt; and the Captain said it was too far &lt;em&gt;(meaning further than his 2 mile rule) &lt;/em&gt;and told me just to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; for a milkshake.  i rolled my eyes.  now, i realize that for some of you, this may be no big deal.  but for me, it is.  i mean, how can you seriously compare a FROSTY to a MILKSHAKE?   don't even try.  you can't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FAIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i wasn't going to argue about going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt;.  i did argue the difference between the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chocolaty&lt;/span&gt; goodness though.  and i think i won.  hell, i know i did.  so, we get our milkshakes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt;.  sans fries.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; you just can't trust &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; fries....sometimes they're perfection and then sometimes, they look about as old as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;g'ma&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;g'ma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;  and it's not really the same as a frosty and fries, anyways.  and if you can't do something right, just don't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;came home, plopped my tush on my couch.  started sucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the straw of my milkshake &lt;em&gt;(um...obviously, that's ONE major difference...frosty = no sucking. must use spoon.  damn, i want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;friggin'&lt;/span&gt; frosty! never again Captain will you deny me &lt;/em&gt;the&lt;em&gt; frosty. never.)&lt;/em&gt;  as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sucking, i look over to my left just to check and make sure it's still there.  and it is.  staring at me.  and i stare back.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wagging&lt;/span&gt; my tongue like a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yro&lt;/span&gt;.  and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;elliptical&lt;/span&gt; will still be there later.   taunting me.  but i didn't care.  i was trying to enjoy my milkshake.  and i did.  as much as anyone can enjoy a milkshake...&lt;em&gt;instead of a frosty.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that was that.  my craving was not satisfied.  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still wanting a frosty.  with fries.  from W.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;endy's&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's now been added to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;TDL&lt;/span&gt; for this weekend.  #4 - FROSTY &amp;amp; FRIES.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but for now, Happy Thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-6372071395350970650?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/6372071395350970650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=6372071395350970650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6372071395350970650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/6372071395350970650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-last-weekend-was-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2048310793305926013</id><published>2009-04-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:37:18.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.  You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know.  Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now.  Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.  You'll learn from them - if you want to.  Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you.  It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement.  And it isn't education.  It's history.  It's poetry."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;J.D. Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Catcher-Rye-J-D-Salinger/dp/0316769487"&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Chapter 24, spoken by the character Mr. Antolini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i'll be posting regularly again starting tomorrow...things have just been crazy busy 'round these parts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2048310793305926013?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2048310793305926013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2048310793305926013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2048310793305926013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2048310793305926013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/04/among-other-things-youll-find-that.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-5475189149637319731</id><published>2009-04-01T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:19:32.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm on call, to be there.&lt;br /&gt;One and all, to be there.&lt;br /&gt;And When I fall, to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Lord you know, I'll be there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be there.&lt;br /&gt;To be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on call, to be there.&lt;br /&gt;One and all, to be there.&lt;br /&gt;And When I fall, to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Lord you know, I'll be there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' brawl, so be there.&lt;br /&gt;One for all, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;And when they fall, to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Lord you know, I'll be there laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEh8OL0Jj-0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-5475189149637319731?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/5475189149637319731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=5475189149637319731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5475189149637319731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/5475189149637319731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-on-call-to-be-there.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-2243566837453072975</id><published>2009-03-30T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:25:15.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not much going on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; sucked, as expected.  but it was an internal struggle more than anything else.  we didn't really talk about it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, as we'd briefly touched on the topic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night.  i think the captain knew i just needed to process it on my own.  and i did.  i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt; is going to be crazy busy for me/us. my sister's wedding is this weekend.  then we have a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HOU&lt;/span&gt; next week for a day.  the following week we'll be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HOU&lt;/span&gt; all week. and the next week (20-24), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be in OH on business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; keeping myself busy, i suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh. my blogoversary was march 17. missed it.  sigh.  &lt;em&gt;and btw, blogoversary just doesn't sound right after the mr. blogo fiasco. hmm. anyway.&lt;/em&gt;  happy blog-versary to me. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;picked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_m?url=search-alias%3Dpopular&amp;amp;field-keywords=the+kooks+konk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  not bad. not my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; but not bad.  and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;RJA&lt;/span&gt; album i picked up a couple of weeks ago (previous post) - total win. get it. you'll love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;until next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-2243566837453072975?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/2243566837453072975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=2243566837453072975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2243566837453072975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909204205245647307/posts/default/2243566837453072975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-much-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>dana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14629199548004353461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909204205245647307.post-4312475888964303235</id><published>2009-03-25T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:12:33.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordy wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although I've mostly walked in the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still searching for the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Won't you put your faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We both know that's what matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you give me a chance I'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see I've been climbing stairs but mostly stumbling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been reaching high always losing ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see I've conquered hills but I still have mountains to climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And right now, right now I'm doing the best I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this point in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tracy Chapman&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/tracy_chapman/at_this_point_in_my_life/"&gt;At This Point In My Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909204205245647307-4312475888964303235?l=probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://probableimpossibilities.blogspot.com/feeds/4312475888964303235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3909204205245647307&amp;postID=4312475888964303235' title='0 Comments'/><link 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