<?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-8186241685318787620</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:16:37.456-04:00</updated><category term='Doing what you love'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Diet'/><category term='Evil'/><category term='Living in the moment'/><category term='Good'/><category term='Battlestar Galactica'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='controversy'/><category term='women&apos;s rights'/><category term='body-image'/><category term='Cylons'/><category term='deja vu'/><category term='Positive Living'/><category term='equality'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='Attitude'/><category term='Creativity'/><category term='Loving yourself'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Minimizing fear'/><title type='text'>Answer Starts With You</title><subtitle type='html'>Strategies and thoughts on living life to the fullest.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-2325501104007686110</id><published>2008-04-27T17:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:44:28.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs have moved!</title><summary type='text'>Check it out at:http://FitnessStartsWithYou.wordpress.comhttp://AnswerStartsWithYou.wordpress.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2325501104007686110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2325501104007686110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2325501104007686110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2325501104007686110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogs-have-moved.html' title='Blogs have moved!'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-8736676567329744090</id><published>2008-04-23T22:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:20:13.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minimizing fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>I'm not a writer and I make lots of mistakes</title><summary type='text'>I'm skimming a book about getting over the fear and paralysis of writing. Most people have trouble writing because they want it to be well written on the first draft and few people are able to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) well on the first go. Writers are hard on themselves, and expect perfection.Obviously, I'm not a writer. I'm going way too fast to even expect anything close to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8736676567329744090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8736676567329744090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8736676567329744090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8736676567329744090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-writer-and-i-make-lots-of.html' title='I&apos;m not a writer and I make lots of mistakes'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-5653857019053486412</id><published>2008-04-22T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:20:43.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><title type='text'>A Different Artist</title><summary type='text'>I remember many years ago in the mid-late 1990's, my husband made me listen to some music. Since our musical taste does not always match, it was no surprise when I was a little concerned about what I was about to subject my ears to.The artist was Vanessa Mae and the album was her first one - The Violin Player. I'll be honest - I was sceptical when he told me Vanessa Mae played violin with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5653857019053486412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=5653857019053486412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5653857019053486412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5653857019053486412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/different-artist.html' title='A Different Artist'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-4946355976432645483</id><published>2008-04-21T17:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:22:18.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate customers</title><summary type='text'>I hate customers.I know, I know - without them, I'd have nothing. The company would have nothing. But some customers spoil it for everyone else. I wonder how some people can live their lives doing things that they know are wrong. I don't know how they justify it.And now, I've even let a bad customer take away my happy thoughts - now that's a shame. I'll have to let this one slide before it takes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4946355976432645483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=4946355976432645483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4946355976432645483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4946355976432645483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-customers.html' title='I hate customers'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-548914160167796038</id><published>2008-04-20T16:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:22:49.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun, Water, Rocks and Water Guns</title><summary type='text'>Friday was the first day this year I turned the AC on in the car.  And before I turned on the AC, I rolled down the window and enjoyed the breeze. What is it about the hot (warm) weather that has that immediate impact on people's outlook?  It is as if we remove not just our winter bulky clothes, we also remove the grim and sour looks from our faces as we smile at the sun and forget about our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/548914160167796038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=548914160167796038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/548914160167796038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/548914160167796038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/sun-water-rocks-and-water-guns.html' title='Sun, Water, Rocks and Water Guns'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-2830145191104365413</id><published>2008-04-16T22:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:36:42.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Memories</title><summary type='text'>I teach fitness classes and the latest music includes a cover of the George Michael song "Freedom". Of course, this takes me back to the 80's where I remember fondly: MuchMusic (the MTV equivalent in Canada)Video killed the Radio StarMadonna's Lucky StarWham (what did it say on those shirts?)Duran Duran - could they have been the first boy band?Frankie told us to RelaxCyndi reminded us Girls just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2830145191104365413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2830145191104365413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2830145191104365413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2830145191104365413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/80s-memories.html' title='80&apos;s Memories'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-5696789943347912119</id><published>2008-04-15T22:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:50:30.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go fly a kite</title><summary type='text'>Or go buy a sailboat?  Life's too short.This one's for you buddy! :)Apr 20 update:  OMG - you bought a sailboat!  Congrats!  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5696789943347912119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=5696789943347912119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5696789943347912119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5696789943347912119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-fly-kite.html' title='Go fly a kite'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-5539635642924040980</id><published>2008-04-13T14:55:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:47:21.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cylons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battlestar Galactica'/><title type='text'>What the Frak?</title><summary type='text'>As I was catching up on the first 2 episodes of Season 4 of Battlestar Galactica the other day, I was amazed at what the characters were saying. It was as if they were speaking to me regarding life and life's questions and answers.I love this show in so many ways - from the smart story-telling, to the incredible acting (Canadian actors too!), to the cinematography (I have no idea what that means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5539635642924040980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=5539635642924040980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5539635642924040980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5539635642924040980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-frak.html' title='What the Frak?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-2451605182195881166</id><published>2008-04-12T18:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:46:53.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding People</title><summary type='text'>QuestionableMe suggested that trying to ’figure people out’ would be impossible. QM suggests that the failure is due to assumptions based on logic and rational thought. I believe the underlying question isn't about whether you can predict someone, but whether you can (or should try to) understand them.  I like where QM went in the summary of why you might want to 'figure out' people and I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2451605182195881166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2451605182195881166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2451605182195881166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2451605182195881166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/understanding-people.html' title='Understanding People'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-3206651035286324435</id><published>2008-04-07T19:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:40:28.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minimizing fear'/><title type='text'>Passion is...</title><summary type='text'>According to Wikipedia, passion is "feeling very strongly about a subject or person. Passion is an intense emotion compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or desire for anything and often requiring action."Others tell me I'm a passionate person and according to the description above, I'd say that's pretty accurate. If I feel strongly about something, I do feel the need to act on it - and sometimes, it is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3206651035286324435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=3206651035286324435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3206651035286324435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3206651035286324435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/passion-is.html' title='Passion is...'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-5592650877198398652</id><published>2008-04-06T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:39:45.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you having fun yet?</title><summary type='text'>The interactive displays at the ROM (Royal Ontario Museum) in Toronto, Canada make for easy fun for kids.  Dress-up and fantasy are things that kids easily do without thinking twice about.  How many adults do you normally see getting into the groove and act like a kid again?  What is it that stops us from acting goofy?  I have yet to hear a good reason for this.  If you were at the ROM the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5592650877198398652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=5592650877198398652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5592650877198398652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5592650877198398652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-having-fun-yet.html' title='Are you having fun yet?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_mJnfi5IjI/AAAAAAAAADI/Qn_OGF_RWyc/s72-c/MP-ROM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-9157052154784461170</id><published>2008-04-04T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:41:45.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude'/><title type='text'>Daisy's Doubts</title><summary type='text'>We all have days when our “can’t do it” voice is a bit louder than we’d like. For instance, listen for a moment to my inner voice talking…“You can’t write?!!”“There are so many blogs out there – why would anyone be interested in reading yours?”“What makes you the subject matter expert?”“You only just started one blog, and now you’ve got 2 active, and a 3rd on the way?”Wow, eh. What was I thinking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9157052154784461170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=9157052154784461170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/9157052154784461170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/9157052154784461170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/daisys-doubts.html' title='Daisy&apos;s Doubts'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-6464766586033974070</id><published>2008-04-03T18:04:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:51:55.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diet'/><title type='text'>A Different Diet</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why people love to diet. Okay, actually, I do know why people go on diets but diets don't work, (and that is a whole other story).Since people like the term, I thought that I could give new meaning to the word 'diet'. I think it is time to go on a Vocabulary Diet.This diet will take some time to adjust, and we'll fumble at first, but with consistency and a conscious effort, I know we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6464766586033974070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=6464766586033974070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/6464766586033974070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/6464766586033974070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/different-diet.html' title='A Different Diet'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-8003723998038834312</id><published>2008-03-31T21:06:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:13:50.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative People doing their thing</title><summary type='text'>I've previously posted about how the adult world seems to systematically break creativity out of us while I personally try to keep it more front and centre with my box of crayons.I think this is definately a skill I can improve on even more, especially when I find special "blogs of note" like Found In Pockets and People Reading. And for something a little different (and lesser known), try </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8003723998038834312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8003723998038834312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8003723998038834312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8003723998038834312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/creative-people-doing-their-thing.html' title='Creative People doing their thing'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-2719110066026740119</id><published>2008-03-31T19:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:39:45.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Perspectives</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes we need to twist our necks around in order to see something that might have always been under our noses. Or we need someone else who's already looking at it from a different angle. I suppose that's why we ask others for their opinion.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2719110066026740119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2719110066026740119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2719110066026740119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2719110066026740119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/changing-perspectives.html' title='Changing Perspectives'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_FvAPi5IbI/AAAAAAAAACA/UAwQ4hdLj7o/s72-c/gretz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-3897093726409752971</id><published>2008-03-29T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:39:45.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More grumpiness</title><summary type='text'>It must be cultural or something. I really don't understand why some people only look at the negative side of things.Here's an example. The discussion was regarding selling the existing home, and buying a condominium. There are many valid reasons for considering this move, and this has been discussed by the couple for well over 10 years already. In the past 10 years, I continue to hear excuses </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3897093726409752971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=3897093726409752971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3897093726409752971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3897093726409752971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-grumpiness.html' title='More grumpiness'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_BjNfi5IWI/AAAAAAAAABU/lY0FyIaaZuM/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC02514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-1709076644530883357</id><published>2008-03-28T16:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:39:45.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing</title><summary type='text'>Last night I did some searching through blogs for some keywords and I was stunned by the sheer volume of quality writing by so many people!What struck me was how many creative writers there are out there who are able to weave incredible poems and stories in ways that would be impossible for me. Yet - is it really impossible? Alas, of course I can not give up quite that easily. I will have to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1709076644530883357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=1709076644530883357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/1709076644530883357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/1709076644530883357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/creative-writing.html' title='Creative Writing'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_Blufi5IaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qC8UaGjfTeg/s72-c/DSC02106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-8152654586417793267</id><published>2008-03-26T17:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:03:20.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Living'/><title type='text'>Not for Grumpy People</title><summary type='text'>Some people are so miserable and grumpy, I wonder if they know how to smile. Every opportunity you give them, turns into excuses for why something won't work. I'm not sure if it's a cultural thing (though I'm sure that has some impact) but I wonder if they've ever been exposed to the other side of the coin.I started to wonder why I even feel so passionately about grumpy people. Why do I care what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8152654586417793267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8152654586417793267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8152654586417793267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8152654586417793267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-contagious.html' title='Not for Grumpy People'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-615903498178961262</id><published>2008-03-25T22:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:47:39.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deja vu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><summary type='text'>Someone I know absolutely believes in destiny. What is surprising about him, is that you would think he's the last person in the world to believe this. He takes control of his life and conquers everything he sets his mind to. He's very much a 'driver' behind the wheels of his life.So, when he tells me that he believes, of course I have to ask.Daisy says... So, if your destiny was to find treasure</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/615903498178961262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=615903498178961262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/615903498178961262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/615903498178961262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/destiny.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-2494599340063873946</id><published>2008-03-23T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:08:35.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='controversy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s rights'/><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><summary type='text'>I was having a debate with someone yesterday and I guess I feel so strongly about this, that I have to put it down in black and white. And just because I feel strongly about it today, does not mean my opinion may not change tomorrow if you introduce new information for me.Be forewarned. You may disagree.Her belief is that ignorant people should be enlightened. We should do a better job of telling</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2494599340063873946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2494599340063873946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2494599340063873946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2494599340063873946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-342864763868982192</id><published>2008-03-21T17:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:11:20.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><title type='text'>The Freedom of Insanity</title><summary type='text'>I read another book. It talks of insanity and the freedom that this label gives the person.The proposition is that when you are labeled crazy, you can do whatever you want and no one will think much of it because, afterall, you're already crazy - you're not rational. Of course you would do nutty things.I love this idea. I know some people think that at times, I have my moments that are "out there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/342864763868982192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=342864763868982192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/342864763868982192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/342864763868982192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/freedom-of-insanity.html' title='The Freedom of Insanity'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-8980032727510359708</id><published>2008-03-15T19:50:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:12:29.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body-image'/><title type='text'>Misguided Reflections</title><summary type='text'>I hear funny comments on a regular basis. Since I'm a fitness instructor, the participants in my class tend to ask me questions related to fitness and a very common one is "how do you stay so thin?".In fact, someone asked me that today. Instead of my usual answer, I laughed and replied "it's not like you're a cow you know". I can not imagine anyone in their right mind would consider this person '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8980032727510359708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8980032727510359708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8980032727510359708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8980032727510359708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/misguided-reflections.html' title='Misguided Reflections'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-4166864733317437447</id><published>2008-03-14T23:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:13:21.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living in the moment'/><title type='text'>Feeling Alive</title><summary type='text'>Emotional roller coasters have many feelings mixed in. From happiness, to anger and sadness to everything in between, they allow us to pinch and tell ourselves that we are alive.I want to live every day with such life and adventure that if it turns out to be my last, then I will have no regrets. I want to have many intense and fabulous memories that I will have a hard time remembering which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4166864733317437447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=4166864733317437447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4166864733317437447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4166864733317437447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-alive.html' title='Feeling Alive'/><author><name>Daisy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_hPFfi5IhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UU_eraUO4DE/S220/DSC02677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-8757349323098872039</id><published>2008-03-09T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:15:12.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to study by</title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gu4R0OX4FloI have heard this song at least 50 times in the last few days/weeks.  I keep replaying it over and over again as I've been trying to study and I haven't bored of it yet.  In fact, I wish I could put it on repeat.Music helps me stay in the moment.  It somehow helps me concentrate better on things like semitendonosis though I don't understand why.  It's as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8757349323098872039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8757349323098872039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8757349323098872039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8757349323098872039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-to-study-by.html' title='Music to study by'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-3144432810906689711</id><published>2008-03-08T23:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:14:23.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Living'/><title type='text'>Memories are made of feelings</title><summary type='text'>They say that the things you remember are the events and moments with vivid, strong emotions attached. Okay, I'm going to be black and white here - these vivid emotions tend to be either extremely positive or negative. For instance, many people remember assassinations, 9/11 etc. They also remember weddings, births, graduation, etc. In fact, the list goes on and on.However, I'll take it one step </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3144432810906689711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=3144432810906689711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3144432810906689711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3144432810906689711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories-are-made-of-feelings.html' title='Memories are made of feelings'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-8964919445354567055</id><published>2008-03-08T23:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:14:57.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doing what you love'/><title type='text'>Finding excuses</title><summary type='text'>It amazes me. I'm finding any and all excuses not to study. If only I could use this energy and actually use it to study with, then I'd be in good shape.Alas, here I am, and I might as well explain myself.I don't want to study because the material I'm studying is not important to me. I don't want to say the material is not important, because obviously, it's important to some people, and it's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8964919445354567055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8964919445354567055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8964919445354567055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8964919445354567055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/finding-excuses.html' title='Finding excuses'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-4582210315123015837</id><published>2008-03-08T14:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:15:37.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living in the moment'/><title type='text'>How do you live your life?</title><summary type='text'>Like many of us, do you feel like you're running from one task to another with no time for anything else in between? Do you feel extremely busy and find the phrase "I don't have any time for..." has already become a staple?I don't imagine life gets any less busy. It's how we perceive it. If we begin to spend more time on the things that really count - the things that you really want to do, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4582210315123015837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=4582210315123015837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4582210315123015837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4582210315123015837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-do-you-live-your-life.html' title='How do you live your life?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-4025418130827160293</id><published>2008-02-25T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:52:12.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I read a book</title><summary type='text'>I love books, and it's been so long since I've had a chance to read. I was at my father-in-law's house for dinner, when I found an interesting book on his coffee table. It was "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" by Mark Haddon.It's about a 15 year old boy with Asperger's Syndrome who finds a neighbour's dog killed with a pitchfork. It's narrated from the boy's perspective and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4025418130827160293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=4025418130827160293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4025418130827160293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/4025418130827160293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-read-book.html' title='I read a book'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-2029774286597175891</id><published>2008-02-25T22:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:16:38.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving yourself'/><title type='text'>Fumbling Towards Ecstasy</title><summary type='text'>Someone did a fabulous video of Lord of the Rings set to this song back in December of 2006 and put it on YouTube. When I first saw this video, I was drawn by how my senses were transformed by the sight and sounds and found myself thoroughly appreciating and enjoying the song AND the movie more than the sum of the parts. Considering how much I already like the song, and how much I already like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2029774286597175891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2029774286597175891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2029774286597175891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2029774286597175891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/fumbling-towards-ecstasy.html' title='Fumbling Towards Ecstasy'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-8555640710644095435</id><published>2008-02-16T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:39:14.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><summary type='text'>I'm still not sure what we're here for.I'm not sure that we need a reason.Sometimes I think it is only about experiencing life and perhaps there need not be any greater purpose, unless we choose to make that happen.Sometimes, I have thoughts that I just can't get down in writing.Sometimes, I should just go to sleep and allow my dreams to decipher all the thoughts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8555640710644095435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8555640710644095435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8555640710644095435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8555640710644095435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-685012334196168750</id><published>2008-02-12T15:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:17:40.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Living'/><title type='text'>Reconnecting over Coffee</title><summary type='text'>I had coffee with someone last week who I haven't seen in years. I knew him from work. He was an extremely technical person and I was not. He helped me decipher and understand the components of the products and services and translate those messages into marketing messages. We also got along on a personal level and had interesting chats about non-work related things.To make a long story short, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/685012334196168750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=685012334196168750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/685012334196168750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/685012334196168750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/reconnecting-over-coffee.html' title='Reconnecting over Coffee'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-5946151192856368642</id><published>2008-02-11T21:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:39:46.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running to Stand Still</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, it feels just like that U2 song.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsoYV0RS2d8&amp;feature=relatedAnd I wonder if we are running, and not getting anywhere, perhaps we should just enjoy the run while we're doing it? That way, if we get somewhere, GREAT. If not, at least we enjoyed the ride.Enjoy the soundsEnjoy the sightsEnjoy the tasteEnjoy the feelEnjoy the ride</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5946151192856368642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=5946151192856368642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5946151192856368642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5946151192856368642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/running-to-stand-still.html' title='Running to Stand Still'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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/_USaqDhsqtSY/R_BkPfi5IXI/AAAAAAAAABc/7SnTMcENv_U/s72-c/DSC01663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186241685318787620.post-1829943363993222863</id><published>2008-02-11T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:41:51.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success in workplace washrooms</title><summary type='text'>Go ahead.  Laugh.Well, this may be difficult to understand for the men, but I'm going to have fun writing it anyway!I finished up one meeting with Max (see Oct 31st post for more about Max), and we were supposed to meet in his office for another meeting.  He said "I'll meet you there".  He disappeared, and didn't show up for quite a while.  Luckily for me, I had my laptop with me, and continued </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1829943363993222863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=1829943363993222863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/1829943363993222863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/1829943363993222863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/success-in-workplace-washrooms.html' title='Success in workplace washrooms'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-3147197533526055656</id><published>2007-11-14T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:19:08.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Living'/><title type='text'>Give a boost, get a boost</title><summary type='text'>We all have times of insecurity when we're not feeling as confident as we normally feel. And whether that is due to work, home, school and/or stress, the good thing is we eventually get over it.Sometimes, we get help by our friends, and other times complete strangers will somehow say something that will give you that boost of confidence we all need once in a while. I met a complete stranger today</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3147197533526055656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=3147197533526055656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3147197533526055656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/3147197533526055656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-boost-get-boost.html' title='Give a boost, get a boost'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-2412163570284530182</id><published>2007-11-02T23:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:20:00.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><title type='text'>Creative thinking makes me smile</title><summary type='text'>How do you come up with great ideas? I don't know about you, but it tends to be when I least expect it. In fact, today, I was noodling 2 unrelated thoughts, both of which I thought I would try out. As I noodled them, separately, all of a sudden, I put 1 plus 1 and got more than 2. Dang. What a stinkin' great idea!Now if only I could better control when I have those lightbulb ideas going off!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2412163570284530182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2412163570284530182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2412163570284530182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2412163570284530182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/creative-thinking-makes-me-smile.html' title='Creative thinking makes me smile'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-5809368097869510309</id><published>2007-10-31T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:12:28.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your gut right or wrong?</title><summary type='text'>My general feeling when meeting people tends to be overwhelmingly either 1) I like them, or 2) I'm neutral towards them. A very small number ends up being 3) My tail is twitching and there's something about them that doesn't jive with me. Sometimes, they get moved from one bucket to another, but rarely, (if ever?) would anyone go from 1 to 3 or vice versa. And typically, people who start in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5809368097869510309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=5809368097869510309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5809368097869510309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5809368097869510309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-your-gut-right-or-wrong.html' title='Is your gut right or wrong?'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-8879572112582743906</id><published>2007-10-30T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:27:36.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><title type='text'>How I got free stuff</title><summary type='text'>A few months ago, I was really desperate. I started telling co-workers (and anyone else who would listen) that I needed a way to get free advertising. Many laughed at me. Many told me you can't get advertising for free.Today, I shared my success with a co-worker and told him how I got it for free. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like I got free advertising worth gazillions - no, nothing like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8879572112582743906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8879572112582743906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8879572112582743906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8879572112582743906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-i-got-free-stuff.html' title='How I got free stuff'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-764067478912029051</id><published>2007-10-30T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:20:51.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be unreasonable</title><summary type='text'>It has been a long few weeks since the last time I wrote, and I was a little embarrassed and ashamed.  Afterall, my last post was about finding time and how we all complain we don't have enough time, and my first thought at my return was - "wow, I've been busy and haven't had time to write".  DOH!  Am I happy with what I've spent my time on?  Generally - a resounding YES.  It has only been the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/764067478912029051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=764067478912029051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/764067478912029051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/764067478912029051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-unreasonable.html' title='Be unreasonable'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-631446525836167880</id><published>2007-09-20T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:21:53.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Living'/><title type='text'>Time after time</title><summary type='text'>"I don't have any time."I hear this a lot.  Heck, I probably say it a lot too.  Somehow, someway, I find myself always taking on multiple balls to juggle, most of which are fairly important and requires intense increments of time.  Yet, I smile when I take the moment to reflect on this because I realize I do this to myself.  I do this on purpose!  And even better, it makes me happy.Huh? I choose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/631446525836167880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=631446525836167880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/631446525836167880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/631446525836167880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-after-time.html' title='Time after time'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-8571226634991763057</id><published>2007-09-07T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:22:12.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Living'/><title type='text'>Slowing down to smell the roses</title><summary type='text'>I said an extra special Thank You to a co-worker yesterday.I called her and when I didn't reach her, I left her a voicemail telling her that I really appreciated all the effort she put into getting something done for me as quickly as she did.She sent me a quick email saying "You're welcome". She then went on to dismiss what she did by saying essentially that it was just her job and it was "all in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8571226634991763057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=8571226634991763057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8571226634991763057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/8571226634991763057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/slowing-down-to-smell-roses.html' title='Slowing down to smell the roses'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-6602932937890228858</id><published>2007-09-07T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:22:23.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><title type='text'>I want a box of crayons</title><summary type='text'>Do you remember when...you believed just about anything was possible? ...it was okay to colour a cow any colour of the rainbow?...it was okay to have a wild imagination?I tell myself that all the adults in my son's life will teach him about rules and how to follow them.  Heck - I encourage a lot of rule following too.  However, I also actively encourage his creativity (and mine) by engaging in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6602932937890228858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=6602932937890228858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/6602932937890228858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/6602932937890228858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-box-of-crayons.html' title='I want a box of crayons'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-2120977619577968921</id><published>2007-09-05T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:25:58.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doing what you love'/><title type='text'>Reading, Writing, Arithmetic</title><summary type='text'>I took advice from someone I trusted when I really didn't know what to do. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do, and the logic seemed to be there. In hindsight, I realize everybody's thoughts and beliefs are dependent on their perceptions of the world which can have a lot to do with their particular strengths.In this particular case, the advice I got was in high school and choosing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2120977619577968921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2120977619577968921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2120977619577968921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2120977619577968921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading-writing-arithmetic.html' title='Reading, Writing, Arithmetic'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-2481668773919922074</id><published>2007-09-05T21:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:29:58.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of work</title><summary type='text'>I'm trying to get creative. I've been put into a difficult situation where I'm feeling a touch of desperation as I try madly to figure out how to make the year. Of course time is running out. Yet I'm extremely calm, collected, and having a lot of fun talking to people to try to get some creative juices running. What's even more amusing is that the people I'm talking to do not necessarily seem to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2481668773919922074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=2481668773919922074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2481668773919922074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/2481668773919922074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-in-life-of-work.html' title='A day in the life of work'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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-8186241685318787620.post-5688979493479728664</id><published>2007-09-01T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:40:56.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><summary type='text'>It really started years ago. I can't recall when, or what, or why, but I do know that this has been a multi-year culmination of experiences and thoughts that have led me here today. As I continue to refine my thoughts and begin to form a plan, I realize I need to start writing again and so here I am on September 1st, 2007... and it all seems so right and the natural thing to do!Can you feel my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5688979493479728664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186241685318787620&amp;postID=5688979493479728664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5688979493479728664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186241685318787620/posts/default/5688979493479728664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://answerstartswithyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>Daisy</name><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></feed>
