<?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-5417915</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:26:51.699-03:00</updated><category term='Harry'/><category term='I am'/><category term='cable'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Monday at the Movies'/><category term='economy'/><category term='design'/><category term='Work'/><category term='mom'/><category term='maps'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Buddhism'/><category term='Once Upon a time'/><category term='Owen'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='Listening'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>(the one without the frame)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-479644929673107009</id><published>2009-03-23T18:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:43:52.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, there was a little girl, whose parents told her when she grew up she could be anything she wanted to be. Today, she sits in front of a computer monitor all day long and types things that are not all that interesting to her. She doesn't get paid very well for that either.As she sits there, she wonders, how all those years of education could lead her to that very spot. Doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/479644929673107009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=479644929673107009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/479644929673107009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/479644929673107009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time-there-was-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2081406485512253697</id><published>2009-03-14T12:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:41:34.230-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore</title><summary type='text'>It's official. Western Culture has finally gone through the looking glass. I'm calling it now.I am still obsessed with market economics. Reading, reeling...And of course I have been following the Daily Show, and his smack down of MSNBC. Basically, he blames the network for being complicit in the crisis. Basically, instead of investigative reporting, "fair and balanced", the network became </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2081406485512253697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2081406485512253697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2081406485512253697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2081406485512253697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/03/toto-were-not-in-kansas-anymore.html' title='Toto, we&apos;re not in Kansas anymore'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-9221328008730166409</id><published>2009-03-09T19:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:32:52.956-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Oops she started a rant</title><summary type='text'>I'm still flat lining - with regards to inspiration or motivation. But I thought I would give this a whirl, an injection of atropine so to speak. And thus I have proven that you can learn something by watching ER.I'll let you in on what I have been obsessing about lately, and thus reveal how utterly odd and geeky I am. First, in order to appreciate how odd, I need you to know this. I cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/9221328008730166409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=9221328008730166409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/9221328008730166409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/9221328008730166409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-she-started-rant.html' title='Oops she started a rant'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-6752695753374746555</id><published>2009-02-25T18:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:28:05.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead</title><summary type='text'>Must be the winter-blahs. Have not felt like writing much. I get in these moods. Please be patient</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/6752695753374746555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=6752695753374746555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/6752695753374746555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/6752695753374746555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/brain-dead.html' title='Brain Dead'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-4649822407014039212</id><published>2009-02-16T17:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:16:01.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family night</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to give Monday at the Movies a little vacation. I like to share a documentary that has recently challenged me to flex my thought muscle, or at least a topic that is somewhat relevant to my circumstances. This week, bah, nothing. So instead of faking it, I thought I'd like say fuck it. I mean, it is my website after all.So picture this. A small futon-sofa. On it you can see a 41 year old</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/4649822407014039212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=4649822407014039212' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4649822407014039212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4649822407014039212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-night.html' title='Family night'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2593460716481513103</id><published>2009-02-14T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:28:55.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Evil thoughts.</title><summary type='text'>Aidan and I were strolling down the mall, on our way out, when I heard it. "Sounds like some kind of animal", I said to him. Then the crowd parted and the source of the guttural screaming was revealed. A toddler, stiffened, arms and legs out straight and in the throes of a primal scream session. Wow. I remember those days. I was that mother. I summoned some compassion, since I remember that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2593460716481513103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2593460716481513103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2593460716481513103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2593460716481513103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/evil-thoughts.html' title='Evil thoughts.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2955160283566545057</id><published>2009-02-11T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:51:50.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did the Buddha care about dust bunnies?</title><summary type='text'>I have come to the conclusion that being diligent with housework, is an inherited trait. Suffice to say, I am just a carrier. My grandmother was what you call a neat-freak. The smell of Javex reminds me of her. She ironed her underwear, she ironed her facecloths and bras! I always wondered why she kept dogs, because she was forever muttering about their hair.  But man, could she wield a vacuum </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2955160283566545057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2955160283566545057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2955160283566545057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2955160283566545057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-buddha-care-about-dust-bunnies.html' title='Did the Buddha care about dust bunnies?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-8176732278637180527</id><published>2009-02-09T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:45:42.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday at the Movies'/><title type='text'>Monday at the Movies: Volume 5</title><summary type='text'>This series of films is one of the most exciting documentaries that I have seen in a long time. Its called A Century of Self, and connects the rise of psychoanalytic theory with marketing and advertising, and also how psychoanalysis and Freudian theory have profoundly affected the democratic process. It's fascinating! Have you ever wondered why you have to add to eggs to cake mix? No? Well, there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/8176732278637180527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=8176732278637180527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8176732278637180527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8176732278637180527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-at-movies-volume-5.html' title='Monday at the Movies: Volume 5'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2662354566817877425</id><published>2009-02-04T17:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:38:50.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Cursive's Curse</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, I read this scrawling note in Owen's agenda. Each kid has a day planner - homework, notes and helpful hints on becoming a model student (what-evah!)The note said that Owen is not writing his homework down, and therefore not bringing it home. This prompted a letter to the teacher, since this is an issue we have been dealing with since October. Now I know why moms have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2662354566817877425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2662354566817877425' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2662354566817877425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2662354566817877425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/cursives-curse.html' title='Cursive&apos;s Curse'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2212764437624497483</id><published>2009-02-02T17:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:00:28.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday at the Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><title type='text'>Monday at the Movies: Volume 4</title><summary type='text'>So today, I've decided to go a bit lighter. Well, kinda sorta. Enough of the heavy questions about capitalism and the convoluted meanderings of a paranoid conspiracy theorist...for now... So, tonight, marks the first official video about Buddhism. It's about time. I've chosen this one in particular because it is relevant to issues I have been thinking about - in regards to Harry, in particular. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2212764437624497483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2212764437624497483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2212764437624497483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2212764437624497483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-at-movies-volume-4.html' title='Monday at the Movies: Volume 4'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-7152344531883321018</id><published>2009-02-01T10:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:28:07.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry'/><title type='text'>Storytelling</title><summary type='text'>This parenting thing never gets easier does it? At one point in time, all I had to do was ensure they were clean and fed, through a foggy haze of sleep deprivation. Now I am dealing with this self-esteem thing. My theory is this - first you have to feel good in your own skin before you can start to admit that the whole business of self definition is an elaborate form of storytelling.  I suppose I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/7152344531883321018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=7152344531883321018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/7152344531883321018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/7152344531883321018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/02/storytelling.html' title='Storytelling'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-4600670789710075439</id><published>2009-01-29T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:18:41.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The PowerPoint Princess</title><summary type='text'>Part of my job involves creating speeches for my supervisors. Sometimes I will receive the semblance of a topic (say for example...its about The English Language...) or other times, its a bit more precise. I've become the go to gal for all things speech related. I structure the talk, create the visuals for it (for I loathe bullet points), make the notes and create a compendium of background </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/4600670789710075439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=4600670789710075439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4600670789710075439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4600670789710075439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/powerpoint-princess.html' title='The PowerPoint Princess'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-4058104237880910094</id><published>2009-01-28T19:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:41:14.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Therapy</title><summary type='text'>Alas alack. Not much to say today. Oh dear oh dear. One of my professors once told me that writing, even if it was the same word, was better than writing nothing. So, today, you shall have stream of consciousness, internet. Yesterday, Eric and I went to see a comedy show. Hilarious! I heartily recommend laugh therapy. I highly recommend Jeremy Hotz or you can visit him home page here...Free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/4058104237880910094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=4058104237880910094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4058104237880910094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4058104237880910094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-therapy.html' title='Free Therapy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-7265322609805480142</id><published>2009-01-26T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:53:25.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday at the Movies'/><title type='text'>Monday at the Movies: Volume 3</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I am going to throw a real whack job your way. Evidence of Revision is an interesting series. Its like a decoupage of video that is already out there, wrapped within one bigger idea. This one, really strokes my conspiracy g-spot. In this documentary, the film-makers (or editors) start with the Robert Kennedy Assassination, and link Sirhan Sirhan to a covert CIA program called MKUltra. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/7265322609805480142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=7265322609805480142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/7265322609805480142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/7265322609805480142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-at-movies-volume-3.html' title='Monday at the Movies: Volume 3'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-7286493857807286756</id><published>2009-01-25T10:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:31:35.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Effects</title><summary type='text'>I think I mentioned briefly that I quit smoking at the beginning of January. I've been using the nicotine patch, and so far, I have not been smoking. I've replaced the habit with copious amounts of tea. Vanilla black tea in the morning, a cup of white pear tea, carob chai, in the evening I switch to herbal - cinnamon, cherry, peach, raspberry, mandarin..As I read the program booklet with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/7286493857807286756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=7286493857807286756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/7286493857807286756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/7286493857807286756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/side-effects.html' title='Side Effects'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2219291660476514949</id><published>2009-01-22T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:46:51.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Boy Bed</title><summary type='text'>We've never had much luck getting Aidan to sleep in his own bed. It started, well, when we moved him from the crib to the bed. We moved to our new house almost two years ago. I thought it would be a good time to really encourage the sleep-in-your-own-bed concept. We even got Thomas bedding! And sheets! I even made lovely Thomas prints for his wall. I think that lasted 2 nightd. And then he would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2219291660476514949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2219291660476514949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2219291660476514949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2219291660476514949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-boy-bed.html' title='The Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-1973883326031502207</id><published>2009-01-20T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:47:38.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><title type='text'>Capitalism is the opiate of the people</title><summary type='text'>Many thanks to The Blonde Duck. You got me thinking. And, there is nothing better than getting me thinking. Cheap hobby. Can be dangerous. Always wear a helmet.She got me thinking about basic human nature. Do we create the systems we inhabit because of our inherent qualities, or are we profoundly shaped by the systems we inhabit, because we usually forget we have the intelligence and ingenuity to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/1973883326031502207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=1973883326031502207' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/1973883326031502207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/1973883326031502207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/capitalism-is-opiate-of-people.html' title='Capitalism is the opiate of the people'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2989646694180741965</id><published>2009-01-19T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:27:09.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday at the Movies'/><title type='text'>Monday at the Movies: Volume 2</title><summary type='text'>This train of thought started with an innocent conversation a few months ago. One of my coworkers has a degree in philosophy, so I asked her "I wonder what big idea is being challenged at the moment?" All the big ones seem to have been queried ad infinitum. What is truth? What is knowledge? What is meaning? What is this all about? And then as the stock market suddenly turned south, I turned to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2989646694180741965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2989646694180741965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2989646694180741965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2989646694180741965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-at-movies-volume-2.html' title='Monday at the Movies: Volume 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-649827049363757052</id><published>2009-01-17T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:49:40.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quantum of me = ?</title><summary type='text'>What happened to my week? Ah, that's what happens when you are the hamster on the wheel of work. What kept me interested this week? Quantum Physics...again. Must be my new kick. They (the ones who can do the actual calculations) - are tweaking the big bang theory. See, theorists are puzzled at what was going on before the universe goes pop! Apparently, it would be a singularity of infinite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/649827049363757052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=649827049363757052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/649827049363757052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/649827049363757052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/quantum-of-me.html' title='The Quantum of me = ?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2292798685548493033</id><published>2009-01-13T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:28:50.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a little insanity with your Antiques Roadshow</title><summary type='text'>So last night, I was curled up on the sofa, and NOT watching the internet for a change. It was Monday. Antiques Roadshow night. About halfway through, my eyes were lolling shut, drifting into a velvety sleep, when Aidan pops over, crying. I sat up, just a little disoriented. He had Eric's cell phone. And he was crying. I asked what was wrong. "I called 911""You did what?"Then he cried harder and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2292798685548493033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2292798685548493033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2292798685548493033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2292798685548493033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-like-little-insanity-with-your.html' title='Nothing like a little insanity with your Antiques Roadshow'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-4721499300787176238</id><published>2009-01-12T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:35:34.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday at the Movies'/><title type='text'>Monday at the Movies: Volume 1</title><summary type='text'>I've decided to initiate a weekly feature on The Big Picture. I've noticed over the past 6 or so months my media viewing experience has dramatically changed. I'm so picky when it comes to television programming and movies. I only watch a couple of television shows - none of which, I am happy to report, are remotely related to reality TV. I've been watching the internet more and more. This summer,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/4721499300787176238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=4721499300787176238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4721499300787176238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4721499300787176238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-at-movies-volume-1.html' title='Monday at the Movies: Volume 1'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-8928330883352087098</id><published>2009-01-09T17:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:46:28.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Mushrooms and other related fungi</title><summary type='text'>I am here to announce that I have reached a state of not-itch. I am quite clear that it resides in a parallel universe approaching bliss. I can't believe that itchy feet have been my daily mantra over the past week. Enter that state, and you will truly understand that the entrance to hell is covered in tinea pedis. Believe it or not, the entire experience reminded me of a funny story, so while I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/8928330883352087098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=8928330883352087098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8928330883352087098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8928330883352087098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/ode-to-mushrooms-and-other-related.html' title='Ode to Mushrooms and other related fungi'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-6223314188036941906</id><published>2009-01-06T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:41:40.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic blog</title><summary type='text'>I think this blog is somewhat like the genie in the lamp. I wrote a few posts back that my ennui had something to do with too much routine, and not enough change.There are a couple of things that have coalesced over the past few days, to make me wonder that this is indeed the magic blog. Now I just need to know how to make it work consistently, so, you know, when I type in "I would like to win </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/6223314188036941906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=6223314188036941906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/6223314188036941906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/6223314188036941906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/magic-blog.html' title='Magic blog'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-8286963502326790119</id><published>2009-01-02T11:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:44:12.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviews from the Geeky Pansy Gamer</title><summary type='text'>During the harsh cold winter months, I spend time on the XBox. Lots of time on the Xbox. I only like to play very particular games, and I would not consider myself, by any stretch, to be a hardcore gamer. I'm quite a pansy when it comes to gaming, but I like to play nonetheless. My preferred genre is RPG (Role playing games). I don't really like FPS (First Person Shooter) type games - you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/8286963502326790119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=8286963502326790119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8286963502326790119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8286963502326790119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2009/01/reviews-from-geeky-pansy-gamer.html' title='Reviews from the Geeky Pansy Gamer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-1681028366969412753</id><published>2008-12-29T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:11:47.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld Lang Sine</title><summary type='text'>Holidays have come and gone - much was baked, eaten and consumed, and we have enough Lego now to build a small dwelling. Wonder if Lego is eco-friendly? Wouldn't want a giant to trip over it, I suppose. As the year draws to a close, I find myself contemplative and reflective. I suppose many people are at this time of year. I find the years that we call "middle age" are like the Trans-Canada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/1681028366969412753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=1681028366969412753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/1681028366969412753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/1681028366969412753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/12/auld-lang-sine.html' title='Auld Lang Sine'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-894971334622645173</id><published>2008-12-15T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:34:58.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little like Cortez</title><summary type='text'>Saturday marked the final leg of the longest week in recorded history. It was a week marked by snow, and snow blowing, more snow, torrential rain, and freezing rain. On Friday the driveway contained a driveway size slush-puppy. Those puppies are hard to shovel. I figured snow blowing would just make things...messy. So, after the kids and I lolled about the house on Saturday, I announced we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/894971334622645173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=894971334622645173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/894971334622645173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/894971334622645173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-like-cortez.html' title='A little like Cortez'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-3487679597193702502</id><published>2008-12-09T17:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:14:33.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to subverting the suburban paradigm</title><summary type='text'>This fall, Eric confirmed his manhood and purchased a snow blower. For those in more temperate climes, know that large piles of snow are a frequent reality in these parts of the world. So, this fall, Eric had evil thoughts about early snow. And know that wishing for early snow in Canada is as heretical as the Museum of Intelligent Design. You just don't wish for these things...unless you live in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/3487679597193702502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=3487679597193702502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/3487679597193702502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/3487679597193702502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-to-subverting-suburban-paradigm.html' title='Ode to subverting the suburban paradigm'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-320674303767639157</id><published>2008-12-06T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:51:52.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Parental Valhalla, Nirvana, and Heaven</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I spent a good deal of time reviewing posts past. Wow, what a difference a couple of years make. I am thinking of this mostly in the context of the kids. Eric left this morning for a trip to California...for training. Yes, I am jealous. When I get training, I get thrown a manual and told "good luck". I digress. Before, his adventures meant more complexity, toil and of course vomit. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/320674303767639157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=320674303767639157' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/320674303767639157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/320674303767639157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/12/parental-valhalla-nirvana-and-heaven.html' title='Parental Valhalla, Nirvana, and Heaven'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-4860949275157964940</id><published>2008-12-04T17:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:42:35.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Grumpy</title><summary type='text'>Before I decided to resurrect The Big Picture, I probably would have written a post about the American election. I have to say, it was the first time that I have been politically engaged. How exciting! Oh, small  note, yes, I am Canadian, still living in Canada. And did you know that we had an election only 5 weeks (or so) before the big US election. Was I as engaged? Shamefully, no.And my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/4860949275157964940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=4860949275157964940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4860949275157964940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/4860949275157964940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/12/grumpy.html' title='Grumpy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2587481150535063478</id><published>2008-11-28T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:38:29.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear that giant sucking sound?</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps its the economy...the sound of the giant plunger of government trying to salvage any semblance of global credibility that has been flushed down the toilet...I am thinking that this sound is my brain. Drained and panting from the guff overdrive. More guff next week. I get to write and design marketing collateral. (Hear the sounds of my knuckles cracking)...So what keeps you sane at work?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2587481150535063478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2587481150535063478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2587481150535063478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2587481150535063478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/11/hear-that-giant-sucking-sound.html' title='Hear that giant sucking sound?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-2825574080355633092</id><published>2008-11-24T20:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:07:00.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Guff</title><summary type='text'> Guff : Over-inflated information, bordering on superfluous or wholly irrelevant. (the Urban Dictionary)My current job,  is the same job I landed after I left the university. I have not worked for the private sector much - (beyond the odd waitressing stint and that time I worked for a retail store for a month before deciding I'd much rather be anal probed by large-handed aliens). I had plenty of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/2825574080355633092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=2825574080355633092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2825574080355633092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/2825574080355633092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/11/guff.html' title='Guff'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-8345287502695745679</id><published>2008-11-23T19:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:46:26.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am'/><title type='text'>Getting out the oil</title><summary type='text'>Everything seems a bit rusted...including my desire to ramble about things in general. Think I am going to give this a whirl again.Just a brief historical analysis, one which I have thought about often...I no longer work at the unnamed university that gave me so much grief. I mourned for a while - but lost my voice, or regained a new one, or something to that effect. Blogging is an odd thing - I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/8345287502695745679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=8345287502695745679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8345287502695745679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8345287502695745679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-out-oil.html' title='Getting out the oil'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-8472473212633185456</id><published>2007-01-21T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:12:17.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry'/><title type='text'>He's so cheezy</title><summary type='text'>Meanwhile, winter has arrived in earnest, replete with bitter temperatures and snowbanks I need to crane my neck to see over. I have touched on a number of Harry's obsessions over the past - his love of movie trailers, bridges, and now...its cheese.No really. I mean cheese...of many varieties. And like his obsession with bridges he feels the need to draw and google the many varieties of cheese...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/8472473212633185456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=8472473212633185456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8472473212633185456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/8472473212633185456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2007/01/hes-so-cheezy.html' title='He&apos;s so cheezy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-1354961738242134510</id><published>2007-01-19T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:44:25.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Snow day</title><summary type='text'>Snow day!And here is how full time work has  rotted my brainI am looking forward to being trapped in the house with the kidsnot only that but...I am  anticipating housecleaning with a  unusual sense of glee.(scary huh?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/1354961738242134510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=1354961738242134510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/1354961738242134510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/1354961738242134510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow day'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116890318038007806</id><published>2007-01-15T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:10:42.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Nerd, I am.</title><summary type='text'>An update! Fancy that!I have been plotting a  move to the new blogger - which requires a crash course on my part to  learning the basics for XML. Why must these new updates be so nitpicky? From what I gathered, the biggest change is transforming the "&lt;" to some letter combination gobbly gook and from my perspective utterly nonsensical. I might go blind getting to the new blogger...but it will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116890318038007806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116890318038007806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116890318038007806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116890318038007806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2007/01/nerd-i-am.html' title='Nerd, I am.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116863138845314079</id><published>2007-01-12T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:49:48.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeymoon is over</title><summary type='text'>Thanks Arwen for the poke!She asked me if was sucked into the world of cable T.V. And as exciting as that sounds, if it were literally possible, its not even true in the mundane sense.  The bonus of cable TV...I get to see House without the snow. And yes, if only for that...its worth it!Whats happened to me? Work happened. After spending time in front of the computer pretty much all day, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116863138845314079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116863138845314079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116863138845314079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116863138845314079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2007/01/honeymoon-is-over.html' title='The Honeymoon is over'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116466919623137718</id><published>2006-11-27T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:14:15.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And there was much meretricious superficiality</title><summary type='text'>A bit of excitement has entered my life. If losing my job, and finding a new and improved one were not excitement enough, on top of chasing down the 4 cats and 3 kids, we just got cable after 5 years of living in a 5 channel universe. The rationale was simple, the plug that we stick our trust our trusty old rabbit years into had some sort of a short in it, making a wicked and tremendously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116466919623137718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116466919623137718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116466919623137718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116466919623137718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-there-was-much-meretricious.html' title='And there was much meretricious superficiality'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116380594496447074</id><published>2006-11-17T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:25:45.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored=Boring</title><summary type='text'>Honestly, I have been plotting in my head what my next post is going to be about, and here it is. Sad, folks, sad news indeed. I've been fretting about posting about nothing, not that bloggers typically write about stuff other than nothing (don't you think that Blogging is  Seinfeld writ virtually?) I can't even think about something remotely tangential or off the wall to write about.  Of course </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116380594496447074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116380594496447074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116380594496447074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116380594496447074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/11/boredboring.html' title='Bored=Boring'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116250706726043668</id><published>2006-11-02T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:37:47.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do babies come out this way?</title><summary type='text'>You can tell it is day 2 post Halloween...the mouse is sticky. Yech. Guess that will compel me to type more, surf less. Notice that the option of washing it is not there.This morning, I jumped in bed with Harry by way of trying to rouse him.  Gone are the days when they wake me up. Now that I am on the other side of the sleep threshhold, I have to admit, that both sides suck equally. Anyway, so I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116250706726043668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116250706726043668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116250706726043668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116250706726043668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-babies-come-out-this-way.html' title='Do babies come out this way?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116233342805945135</id><published>2006-10-31T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:23:48.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes: Hallowe'en</title><summary type='text'>Me: (Seems to consistenly get relegated as treat distributer) (to kid at the doorway)"Are you the Fonz?"Kid: "No I am a  Werewolf!"Owen gets just as much joy being treat distributer as being treat recipient. Thus the time to blog.Harry has gone for a second round. Oi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116233342805945135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116233342805945135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116233342805945135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116233342805945135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/10/quotable-quotes-halloween.html' title='Quotable Quotes: Hallowe&apos;en'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116164363485063925</id><published>2006-10-23T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:47:14.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of pen</title><summary type='text'>A little pen mark totally pissed me off today. First, I don't think it is within the realm of the extrordinary to call homework for a student of grade one into question. The kid goes all day, and has so little time in the evening to unwind, do the bathing, eating thing..and do homework.  If we decide to get out in the evening en masse, then homework is sacrificed. Personally, I don't think there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116164363485063925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116164363485063925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116164363485063925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116164363485063925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-bit-of-pen.html' title='A little bit of pen'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116091456660856551</id><published>2006-10-15T08:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T09:16:31.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Does not compute...</title><summary type='text'>So, I have not found a balance between working and blogging yet. I work on the computer all day long, and the thought of coming back in the evening has lost all its appeal. Thats too bad. I also have not had the balls to blog at work, which is probably a good idea.I started training on this new program this week. Its an online course, and I have a coach somewhere in another time zone. I'm usually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116091456660856551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116091456660856551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116091456660856551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116091456660856551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-not-compute.html' title='Does not compute...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-116026384271313027</id><published>2006-10-07T20:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:30:42.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>See mom, see mom rejoice.</title><summary type='text'>When it comes to the way I deal with Owen and Aidan's language issues, and their "diagnosis" (PDD-NOS), I have felt completely alone and isolated. I worry that people don't take me seriously, yet somehow I have discovered this stregnth to perservere in my attitude - that there is nothing wrong, or disordered with my children. They have their perspective and path, which I have learned how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/116026384271313027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=116026384271313027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116026384271313027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/116026384271313027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/10/see-mom-see-mom-rejoice.html' title='See mom, see mom rejoice.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115946670956198098</id><published>2006-09-28T14:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:33:59.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deli-CAT Matters</title><summary type='text'>The Brothers du Fluffe, or as we know them, Willie-Woo and Paddy-kins (see their pictures here)  had their great transformation today. We call it being "neutered" or "fixed", but tell any man about the procedure and you will see him casually cross his legs. Of course we are responsible pet owners despite the Brothers du Fluffe scratching in the neighbours pile of dirt. Much to my neighbors </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115946670956198098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115946670956198098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115946670956198098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115946670956198098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/09/deli-cat-matters.html' title='Deli-CAT Matters'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115920284739117366</id><published>2006-09-25T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:47:27.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Much about Mastheads</title><summary type='text'>So, my temporary job is over. There is an off chance that it can continue on, but I am not holding my breath at the moment, and continue on the search.  I've beem informed that I am in mid-career. Well thats good news I suppose. Its all downhill from here, as I coast through to retirement. I wish.Many thanks for the thumbs up on my seasonal redesign. I thought I'd take a minute to explain to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115920284739117366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115920284739117366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115920284739117366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115920284739117366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/09/much-about-mastheads.html' title='Much about Mastheads'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115845145148833039</id><published>2006-09-16T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:06:16.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Achaan Chaa Cha Cha</title><summary type='text'>So, I guess you are wondering what happened to me? Well, I started working, as a research consultant, on a project which I know absolutely nothing about. It really is all about research. Its a short gig, but I guess thats how the business works.I keep reminding myself of a helpful bit of advice that I offered to Arwen over at Anthropologist for Corporate America. I've learned that when you give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115845145148833039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115845145148833039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115845145148833039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115845145148833039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/09/achaan-chaa-cha-cha.html' title='Achaan Chaa Cha Cha'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115766785994196988</id><published>2006-09-07T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T19:24:20.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginners Mind, Beginners Luck</title><summary type='text'>I just love it when an ordinary day turns into a most strange and extraordinary day. And without drugs! Its possible! Actually, today was a day that I had planned and organized to just sit. Not on my ass, well yes, in a way. I've been longing for some cushion time, and discovered a drop in day care service not far from where we lived, and decided to register Aidan for the afternoon. In my case, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115766785994196988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115766785994196988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115766785994196988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115766785994196988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/09/beginners-mind-beginners-luck.html' title='Beginners Mind, Beginners Luck'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115748875672829855</id><published>2006-09-05T17:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:39:16.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen of Zucchini Salsa</title><summary type='text'>Under no circumstances should one ever chop jalapenosand then hike your underware out of your butt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115748875672829855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115748875672829855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115748875672829855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115748875672829855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/09/zen-of-zucchini-salsa.html' title='Zen of Zucchini Salsa'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115737269899425227</id><published>2006-09-04T08:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:24:59.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A dash of surreality</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night I was invited to test out the possibility if Pinot Grigio will cure one's meditiation hangover. That afternoon I was invited to a bonfire, and whisked away to procure some supplies. On the way to store, I looked down at my feet and noticed that I was still wearing my bedroom slippers. And yes, I insisted we return, because there was just no way of faking it. They are warm and fuzzy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115737269899425227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115737269899425227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115737269899425227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115737269899425227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/09/dash-of-surreality.html' title='A dash of surreality'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115720459033165976</id><published>2006-09-02T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:56:21.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Castaways, we are</title><summary type='text'>Last night I found myself in a fit of boredom, again, not being able to discover any one distraction that I could easily settle into. I flipped through our DVD's and announced to Owen and Harry that we were going to watch Castaway this evening. I knew this would be a movie that Owen would like - merely because most of the storyline can be followed merely by watching and not having to negotiate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115720459033165976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115720459033165976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115720459033165976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115720459033165976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/09/castaways-we-are.html' title='Castaways, we are'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115704665329596754</id><published>2006-08-31T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:53:26.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meditation Hangover</title><summary type='text'>I was warned about this by two different people, in two separate conversations. You see, when you spend a nice chunk of your time with your own self, your thoughts and the disperate places those thoughts attempt to drag you, and you resist all temptation to chase those thoughts to their oftentimes, illogical conclusions, doing nothing but following the breath, and later just breathing, you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115704665329596754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115704665329596754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115704665329596754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115704665329596754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/08/meditation-hangover.html' title='A Meditation Hangover'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115677305034626969</id><published>2006-08-28T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:01:13.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Control, the Ego has landed</title><summary type='text'>*****Deep Sigh*****AhhhhhhhhhhI'm not even sure where to start. I've returned safe and sound. It was a glorious week really. Exactly what I needed. Everyone could use a good mind scrubbing. I could use more. I kept a bit of a journal, but at some point during the week I decided to spend time just being, rather than reflecting on it. As I sit here, I seem to grasp in thin air for some way of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115677305034626969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115677305034626969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115677305034626969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115677305034626969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/08/mission-control-ego-has-landed.html' title='Mission Control, the Ego has landed'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115598904575138119</id><published>2006-08-19T07:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:04:05.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and gone again (again)</title><summary type='text'>I never imagined that unemployment could be this close to perfect. Too bad I couldn't get paid for it. Oh wait. I AM. Life really is perfect (money ends in November...panic will set in shortly).This post has the potential of being somewhat longish, covering a whole range of interesting topics. I suggest you grab a coffee or beverage of your choosing, pull up and enjoy. Heather art in  fair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115598904575138119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115598904575138119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115598904575138119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115598904575138119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-and-gone-again-again.html' title='Here and gone again (again)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115529711447180520</id><published>2006-08-11T08:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:51:55.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A-camping we will go...</title><summary type='text'>We're off camping today (mental note: pack Camera). If I hear nary about the job, then I think I can relax and know that someone else is feeling exhilerated that they have a new job that I would do better. And I just may be able to go on meditation retreat. I have not been making my plans definate just in case. I suppose I should have paid my non-refundable deposit...it probably would have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115529711447180520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115529711447180520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115529711447180520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115529711447180520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/08/camping-we-will-go.html' title='A-camping we will go...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115515558597358728</id><published>2006-08-09T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:33:06.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So how did the interview go?</title><summary type='text'>Well.Its hard to say.  Added to this is I tend to act pessimistically,  as an act of self preservation. I went into this interview with all the confidence in the world. I answered the "So tell me a bit about yourself" brilliantly, I thought. And I showed I was able to think quickly on my feet. They gave me a situation and a "what would you do?" - and I started brainstorming.  Then there were a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115515558597358728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115515558597358728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115515558597358728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115515558597358728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-how-did-interview-go.html' title='So how did the interview go?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115503955719964585</id><published>2006-08-08T09:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:19:17.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now is the time to apply your telepathic prowess</title><summary type='text'>Now would be the time to send forth all your positive 'Go get 'em" vibes. My interview is tomorrow. At 10:30 AST. Set your alarms and send out those influential thoughts.I have been researching much on Rasputin as of late. I've read annecdotes that he had a stare so hypnotic that it influenced the great family of the Czars to do his bidding. I am thinking this would be the best skill to have at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115503955719964585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115503955719964585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115503955719964585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115503955719964585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-is-time-to-apply-your-telepathic.html' title='Now is the time to apply your telepathic prowess'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115451946929219070</id><published>2006-08-02T08:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:51:09.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Step forward</title><summary type='text'>I have an interviewwwwwwww!!Its a program assistant with Extension Servicess (adult learning) at another local uni. The pay is where I would like it to be... I think I am a show in. I have actually been studying for the interview. Nerd I know. But thats me.I also got my hair cut. I am going to colour and highlight it today. That sounds like it could be potentially disasterous...but, the colour is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115451946929219070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115451946929219070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115451946929219070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115451946929219070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-step-forward.html' title='A Small Step forward'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115434837700763676</id><published>2006-07-31T08:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:19:37.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Power words, redux</title><summary type='text'>Ah, another week of unemployment. I need to get out and start visiting potential employers, and talking with HR people. First, I need to find a sitter. The latter is more challenging than the former. I was looking forward to doing this quasi pavement pounding when Eric took vacation, but he wants to go hither and thither...you know go to Prince Edward Island, off to Fundy...I want to stay home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115434837700763676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115434837700763676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115434837700763676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115434837700763676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/07/power-words-redux.html' title='Power words, redux'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115375051968040411</id><published>2006-07-24T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:15:19.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all in a name</title><summary type='text'>I've been submersed in the job search song and dance. First, I find myself a humble and sometime self denegrating sort. So, using "power words" to describe my talents and experience takes a bit of getting used to. I shake my head and hope that ego tripping is not a prequisite - for any employement opportunity. I'll giggle at my own odacity...and lately, I have had to edit some of my self hype </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115375051968040411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115375051968040411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115375051968040411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115375051968040411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-all-in-name.html' title='Its all in a name'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115325496260092819</id><published>2006-07-18T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:36:02.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tid Bits and Shout outs</title><summary type='text'>You know your life has degenerated to a certain level of mediocraty when you surf over to Rogers Video Canada and discover that Beowulf and Grendel has been released on DVD. I was excited.Sad.Second. Sharon's Blog Um'Skandar is the place to visit. She is an anthropologist who has done fieldwork in Syria - I find her insight extremely helpful in international politics as of late.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115325496260092819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115325496260092819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115325496260092819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115325496260092819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/07/tid-bits-and-shout-outs.html' title='Tid Bits and Shout outs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115322847012672467</id><published>2006-07-18T09:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:14:30.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>When you have realized you are reauthoring your life</title><summary type='text'>You find you have nothing to say. Figures.Let's see. Oh, lets start with the obvious.  My department continues to burp small changes. There seemed to be an 11th hour attempt to rearrange a course that I chould teach to a night course time slot- which would solve my current childcare dilemmas. This would also leave open the possibility for finding another job. The very weird thing about this was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115322847012672467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115322847012672467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115322847012672467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115322847012672467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-you-have-realized-you-are.html' title='When you have realized you are reauthoring your life'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115186173769423516</id><published>2006-07-02T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:35:37.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Woman loses Job...then her mind!</title><summary type='text'>Meet Paddington (Paddy) and Wellington (Willy)8 week old brothersPaddy is the brave one.Good trait when you live in this houseSpeaking of which, good thing small kittens have razor sharp claws. They have taught the boys a thing or two. I must say, the kids are quite gentle.Wellington has already had two perilous adventures. First, he found a way in the sofa...like in the frame. Then he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115186173769423516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115186173769423516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115186173769423516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115186173769423516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/07/extra-extra-read-all-about-it-woman.html' title='Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Woman loses Job...then her mind!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115158639259856293</id><published>2006-06-29T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T10:06:32.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jung, Eat your Heart Out</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling kind of...strange...lately. (Okay, no jokes, please). Most of this feeling comes from learning that I will not return and teach. I've been doing this for going on 10 years, so I have every right to feel a bit weird. Added to this, is that it was my first job after returning home from Korea, and oddly enough, it found me. That does not happen much these days, but I was approached</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115158639259856293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115158639259856293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115158639259856293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115158639259856293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/jung-eat-your-heart-out.html' title='Jung, Eat your Heart Out'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115144094861910231</id><published>2006-06-27T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:42:28.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew! Out of the void....</title><summary type='text'>And into the world of unemployment! Woo hoo! I did not get the Anthro job because someone with senority rights decided to return. I am not sure why it took an e-mail from me to find this out but whatever...I am SO happy to be a free agent!!And by the way.,.....I need a job</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115144094861910231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115144094861910231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115144094861910231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115144094861910231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/phew-out-of-void.html' title='Phew! Out of the void....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115140923919051410</id><published>2006-06-27T08:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:53:59.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This indecision interzone</title><summary type='text'>This indecision interzone is really getting old. I mean really old. Last night, I spent alot of time thinking and second guessing myself, and wanting to come to a conclusion I could act upon today. I started asking "how will I know that the decision I make is the best one, and not merely a reaction to my current circumstances?" How will I know a right and good decision - will it feel right, or is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115140923919051410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115140923919051410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115140923919051410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115140923919051410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-indecision-interzone.html' title='This indecision interzone'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115132375141904287</id><published>2006-06-26T08:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:09:11.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Train of Thought</title><summary type='text'>Snippets from a conversation I had with Harry while walking home from school last week..."Mom, what's a reptile?"I had to think about this one. What's the difference between a reptile and an amphibian?'Uh, a reptile can live on the land and in the water". I was not sure if this was entirely accurate, but it was a goos first stab."And reptiles are hatched from eggs, like chickens", I added"Are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115132375141904287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115132375141904287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115132375141904287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115132375141904287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/train-of-thought.html' title='Train of Thought'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115097350314811492</id><published>2006-06-22T07:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T07:51:43.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a wee update</title><summary type='text'>So far, I have heard exactly the same amount of information as my last post....nada.So, I am figuring that I am to recieve a rejection letter in the mail from the Anthropology department. And thus my house of cards begins to fall. I have been offered one course - at a time that is bad for me (and the kids). The Buddhism course is still being considered. Its also at a bad time. I have decided that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115097350314811492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115097350314811492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115097350314811492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115097350314811492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-wee-update.html' title='Just a wee update'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115081232246657011</id><published>2006-06-20T11:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:05:22.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to give you a sense of the conditions of my nerves:Everytime I open my e-mail, I brace and squint.  I peek in my inbox and take a deep sigh of relief that its neither good or bad news.Help</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115081232246657011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115081232246657011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115081232246657011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115081232246657011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-to-give-you-sense-of-conditions.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115080605544223647</id><published>2006-06-20T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:20:55.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>[AGAIN] here I go again</title><summary type='text'>About a month ago, I wrote to my colleagues whom I trusted......this is the thing about hiatus...keeping the world in your loop. Remember my insane situation at work? Its been since labelled "departmageddon". There was  a huge union meeting which in effect expressed university wide support and solidarity against mistreatment of the lowly part-timer. Members of my department remain steadfast and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115080605544223647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115080605544223647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115080605544223647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115080605544223647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/again-here-i-go-again.html' title='[AGAIN] here I go again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-115037522956951495</id><published>2006-06-15T08:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:12:29.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again</title><summary type='text'>I don't even know how to start writing about this. How about 'I can't f*cking believe it". That pretty much sums it up.Backstory - Remember Aidan went to the doctor, and we were told that he had a hearing problem? He's going to get tubes in his ears (again), which should recify that problem. He was also referred to the Paediatric Rehab team. A group of Speech, Occupational and Physio Therapists </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/115037522956951495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=115037522956951495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115037522956951495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/115037522956951495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114986627811718757</id><published>2006-06-09T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:17:58.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry's First Psychedelic Experience</title><summary type='text'>You know, with Harry being 6 and all...you might be wondering what took him so long.About 2 months ago, Harry visited the dentist for a check up. He has developed a healthy sense of fear and suspicion in pointy things. Which, is not a bad thing I suppose. So up he hopped in the dentist's chair and looked at all the equippment rather suspiciously. You know, like an abductee would scope out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114986627811718757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114986627811718757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114986627811718757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114986627811718757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/harrys-first-psychedelic-experience.html' title='Harry&apos;s First Psychedelic Experience'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114925086653761641</id><published>2006-06-02T09:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:21:06.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for more folks?</title><summary type='text'>Okay, enough of the silence already!And here I attempt to get back into the blogging mode. Its been way too long, and now I am more used to being an unblogger than a blogger. I am not sure I like that idea. So what is new with me? Well all sorts of things. Pull up a chair (well, I suppose most of you are already seated) and let me tell you. Things at work: Ho! Ho! Well, the current state of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114925086653761641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114925086653761641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114925086653761641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114925086653761641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-ready-for-more-folks.html' title='Are you ready for more folks?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114737764531002655</id><published>2006-05-11T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:00:45.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwww!</title><summary type='text'>Many thanks for all the kind words...everything is great. I am emersed in intersession at the moment - that means prep all morning, teaching all afternoon and all kids all night...Eric is also gone to British Columbia. If you look at a map - I think England is closer in distance than B.C. I also think the army conspires to send him away just when my schedule gets extra hectic. So much on my plate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114737764531002655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114737764531002655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114737764531002655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114737764531002655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/05/awwwww.html' title='Awwwww!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114487308432123588</id><published>2006-04-12T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:18:04.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus!</title><summary type='text'>Grading season, and then prep for what could possibly be my last course ever. Of course this is all indefinate...regardless, I shall return when the dust settles...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114487308432123588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114487308432123588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114487308432123588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114487308432123588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114367496652687399</id><published>2006-03-29T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:09:37.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upaya</title><summary type='text'>Recently, my apathy and dispair around work has transformed into anger. At the root of my anger is hurt, fear and disappointment.  I've been working with my department since 1997, and associated with that university since 1988, and no one has yet told me, either in person, phonecall, e-mail, smoke signals or passenger pigeon that I will not be offered a contract next year. I figure, after all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114367496652687399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114367496652687399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114367496652687399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114367496652687399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/upaya.html' title='Upaya'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114354562904276055</id><published>2006-03-28T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:33:49.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous</title><summary type='text'>Today, I take Aidan to the pediatrician. His new daycare began hinting there was something "wrong" back in January. (Enter mommy bear reaction)I started making appointments (Family Doctor, audiologist, pediatrician) because I wanted to start a document trail before he attends kindergarten in two years. I know h is going to face similar challenges as Owen, although I think Owen had more of an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114354562904276055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114354562904276055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114354562904276055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114354562904276055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114329964237620960</id><published>2006-03-25T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T12:22:16.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Samsara mom</title><summary type='text'>There I go again...those disappearing acts are becoming more common than not! Last week I started reading Cave in the Snow by Vicki Mackenzie. It was so engrossing that I managed to read it over the course of a weekend. This is Tenzin Palmo's spiritual autobiography, but it is as much about Vicki Mackenzie as it is about Tenzin Palmo.Who is Tenzin Palmo you ask? She was born Diane Perry in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114329964237620960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114329964237620960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114329964237620960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114329964237620960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/samsara-mom.html' title='Samsara mom'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114246947278013538</id><published>2006-03-15T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:53:47.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundlessness. It's so much fun.</title><summary type='text'>When I have a "big thought", it tends to be messy and tangled. English typically wants thoughts to be linear and logical. It occured to me that my experience at work offered a glimpse (somewhat fleetingly) into this Buddhist notion of groundlessness. As the thoughts in the previous post swirrled through my head, I had an overwhelming insight into groundlessness. The word just seemed to pop into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114246947278013538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114246947278013538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114246947278013538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114246947278013538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/groundlessness-its-so-much-fun.html' title='Groundlessness. It&apos;s so much fun.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114217879541892362</id><published>2006-03-12T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T16:36:14.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I will just carry around a towel</title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking about my last post, and what a load of crap it is. While it is true that I am deeply engrossed in Jonathan Strange, I used that as some sort of excuse for not writing. To think that this week I did not have the time to fit in both is a line of bull that I have tried to convice myself of by making it public. If I reveal it in a public forum, then it must be real. Well, aren't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114217879541892362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114217879541892362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114217879541892362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114217879541892362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-i-will-just-carry-around-towel.html' title='Maybe I will just carry around a towel'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114209081986831107</id><published>2006-03-11T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:43:27.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to Blog...I have a novel to read</title><summary type='text'>I had every intention of madly blogging in all directions during my March break.Now that my nasal passages are somewhat clear, my nose has been buried in Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. I have only 200 pages left to read! Who has time for blogging when the fate of English magic now rests in the hands of Mr. Strange...And what of the Raven King...will Mr Norrell get to watch in smug satisfaction</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114209081986831107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114209081986831107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114209081986831107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114209081986831107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-time-to-blogi-have-novel-to-read.html' title='No time to Blog...I have a novel to read'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114176621131430102</id><published>2006-03-07T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:16:51.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass the Kleenex</title><summary type='text'>Is there a contraption, that ressembles something of a small vacume cleaner, that I can use to empty my head of this excess fluid?Ack.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114176621131430102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114176621131430102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114176621131430102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114176621131430102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/pass-kleenex.html' title='Pass the Kleenex'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114164785734264493</id><published>2006-03-06T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:24:17.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays Child is full of waste</title><summary type='text'>This week is March Break. Lucky for us, that means everyone is off - me, Owen, Harry even Eric. (Yes, even the Military will give you a March break when you are not risking your neck in Kandahar). All except Aidan. I was contractually oligated to pay for this week - so he shall make an appearance. Consistent with most holidays, I have contracted a cold.Yesterday, I had the pleasure of wallowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114164785734264493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114164785734264493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114164785734264493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114164785734264493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/03/sundays-child-is-full-of-waste.html' title='Sundays Child is full of waste'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114107564991385987</id><published>2006-02-27T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:33:27.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am mother, hear me ROAR</title><summary type='text'>February 22, 2006************************************* Avenue SchoolTo Whom This May Concern,In my many conversations and meetings with the Literacy Support and teaching staff at ******* school about my son, Owen ****, it occurred to me that I tend to retell the same story. I realized that we have acquired much history and information on Owen, throughout his education at ******. Some of that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114107564991385987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114107564991385987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114107564991385987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114107564991385987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-mother-hear-me-roar.html' title='I am mother, hear me ROAR'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114087801847289956</id><published>2006-02-25T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:59:12.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Provincial Examinations: A Stretching test.</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, Owen brought home a new weekly assignment. If someone had first consulted me on this one, I would have said that Owen was already booked, and put the new assignment on a waiting list. Now, I know if I raised a royal stink, I could have avoided this new homework business. I felt Owen could benefit for doing it, even it it meant that homework now takes 45 minutes each evening. Yes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114087801847289956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114087801847289956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114087801847289956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114087801847289956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/provincial-examinations-stretching.html' title='Provincial Examinations: A Stretching test.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114073067090625681</id><published>2006-02-23T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:37:50.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I say I was going to do research?</title><summary type='text'>Bwaaahhh-hahahahahaI am too ambitious for my own good.From the kids:"Whats a meteor?""Mom, what's a gravity field?""Can we have a Cryogenic Sleep chamber too?""How do you reprogram?""Whats a Zorgon?"Zathura is a very cool movie, but beware, advanced degree in Astrophysics needed.And I thought the birds and the bees were tough...exactly how to you explain gravity to a 5 year old? And yes, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114073067090625681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114073067090625681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114073067090625681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114073067090625681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/did-i-say-i-was-going-to-do-research.html' title='Did I say I was going to do research?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114047068537714406</id><published>2006-02-20T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:24:45.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toaster Streudel</title><summary type='text'>This is just the intermission. I am carefully crafting a new post - which requires that I do some research. Scary huh?Harry has grown tremendously fond of this bit of instant gratifiation in a box. A toaster streudel is a little pastry you pop into the toaster and then smear with frosting. They are sold as breakfast foods, but I recoil at that possibility. Harry has grown particularily find of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114047068537714406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114047068537714406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114047068537714406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114047068537714406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/toaster-streudel.html' title='The Toaster Streudel'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-114003824611029937</id><published>2006-02-15T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:50:54.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blog Day to Me...</title><summary type='text'>I'm all for sentimentality...(remember the Christmas season?) so lets get on with the celebration! Yes, it has been twelve months and 2 days since I embarked on the great blogging adventure. And, yes - the trend is all it is marketed to be. Well...I don't need to preach to the converted now do I? Alrighty, commence all Happy Blog Day Festivities!!This means, today is the day for all you secret </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/114003824611029937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=114003824611029937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114003824611029937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/114003824611029937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-blog-day-to-me.html' title='Happy Blog Day to Me...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113985934565072299</id><published>2006-02-13T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:24:55.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to learn the meaning of patience, buy an Orchid</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time - May 2004 to be precise, my thoughtful and charming husband purchased  an orchid for mothers day for his lovely wife. This was completely my own cockamamie scheme. For some reason, I was up for the exotic orchid challenge. I love houseplants. I have no less than 20, which are in various stages of growth and neglect. People say I have a green thumb. I just know when to water them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113985934565072299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113985934565072299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113985934565072299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113985934565072299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-you-want-to-learn-meaning-of.html' title='If you want to learn the meaning of patience, buy an Orchid'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113961065433400796</id><published>2006-02-10T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:26:58.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started when...</title><summary type='text'>It all started when I tried to play my new Dead Can Dance CD in the van's player. Let us recall that said van was purchased new off the lot in July. The disc player announced ERROR and the disk could not be ejected. I pressed Eject. Nothing. I turned off the van. Then I started it up, and pressed eject. Nothing. Then I pressed eject about 10 times in a row, and then every other button. Nothing. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113961065433400796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113961065433400796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113961065433400796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113961065433400796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-all-started-when_10.html' title='It all started when...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113914478622207096</id><published>2006-02-05T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:42:40.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><summary type='text'>Eric is still sequestered up north, (here, specifically http://cgdi.gc.ca/ccatlas/joamie/mappage/mappage.htm). I have not heard from him in a week. This is generally not troublesome. I suspect that his phone is at base camp, and he is off freezing his nuts off on the tundra. While Eric glaciates various parts of his anatomy, I tend to all matters on the homestead. This includes being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113914478622207096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113914478622207096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113914478622207096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113914478622207096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113892139375377126</id><published>2006-02-02T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:40:52.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all alphabet soup to him</title><summary type='text'>I should be hunkering down to do the kids homework right now. This whole concept of homework in elementary school baffles me, frankly. I don't remember having homework every evening until at least grade six. At that point, my mother did not have to sit with me and walk me through it. Harry's homework involves weekly spelling words, and reading a book. Need I remind anyone that he is in his second</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113892139375377126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113892139375377126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113892139375377126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113892139375377126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-all-alphabet-soup-to-him.html' title='Its all alphabet soup to him'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113874506959485715</id><published>2006-01-31T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:12:24.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I really did imagine there would be more tofu.</title><summary type='text'>Take a look at my blogroll. You'll see a link that says "The Blangha" - which is a site aggregator of Buddhist bloggers. (Blangha, if you are at all curious, being a blending of Blog and Sangha). And for what it is worth, I'd like to thank whoever was responsible for doing that. Which leads me to this next thought. I suppose I am having a blog oriented identity crisis...who would I be really, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113874506959485715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113874506959485715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113874506959485715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113874506959485715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-did-imagine-there-would-be.html' title='I really did imagine there would be more tofu.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113854875445138403</id><published>2006-01-29T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:21:02.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of A Couch Potato</title><summary type='text'>Eric is off! He left this morning for the great white north! I doubt he'll see the likes of the internet while he is gone; he was doubting the availability of a telephone. He has always been full of surprises, so who knows. He's flying in a Herk and I think he was a little nervous about the whole affair. It came out as a bit of a joke, you know the sort "Tell the boys I love 'em if I don't make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113854875445138403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113854875445138403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113854875445138403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113854875445138403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/01/confessions-of-couch-potato_29.html' title='Confessions of A Couch Potato'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113759416640205480</id><published>2006-01-18T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:22:46.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X Marks the Ballot</title><summary type='text'>You would have to be living under a rock here in Canada if you did not know there was an election afoot. I am no political pundit, but I have one vote that I need to cast. In Canada, we have a Parlimentary system of Government. In The Complete Moron's Guide to Canadian Politics, this means one votes for a local Member of Parliament, who represents the interests of a particular party. The leader </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113759416640205480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113759416640205480' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113759416640205480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113759416640205480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/01/x-marks-ballot.html' title='X Marks the Ballot'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113734305590120413</id><published>2006-01-15T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:37:35.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild about Cycles.</title><summary type='text'>I was nudged again by Eric this morning. "So have you quit blogging", he asked. I am not sure whether this was a genuine question or a way of prodding me to write about something, masquerading as a question. Regardless, I knew that If I just did not sit down and write, this apathy could overtake me and I really would end up quitting, whether I intended it or not.Somehow the end of the holidays </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113734305590120413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113734305590120413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113734305590120413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113734305590120413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/01/wild-about-cycles.html' title='Wild about Cycles.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113699946027215424</id><published>2006-01-11T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:11:00.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusually Quiet</title><summary type='text'>If you ask Eric, he'd probably say that it is highly unlike me to be so quiet.The first week back in the normal routine it the toughest. And hopefully it will end with grace and dignity. If not that, then some chips and dip and a good movie. And some blogging.I've had all sorts of inspiration about what to write about, none of which I am going to allude to - because it seems that whenever I do, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113699946027215424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113699946027215424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113699946027215424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113699946027215424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/01/unusually-quiet.html' title='Unusually Quiet'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113654983392916596</id><published>2006-01-06T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T08:17:13.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years Prologue</title><summary type='text'>We arriveb back in town on Tuesday night (note: look forward to a humorous diatribe on 3 kids in a minivan for 8 hours) and I returned to work on Wednesday. And it seems that I have not stopped!  I guess I am ringing in the New Year in typical fashion: So much to do, too tired to blog.So, on this brief note, I will return....for now I must get ready for work. ))ugh((</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113654983392916596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113654983392916596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113654983392916596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113654983392916596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-years-prologue.html' title='My New Years Prologue'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113586155609360776</id><published>2005-12-29T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:05:56.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale of revelry</title><summary type='text'>Land-Ho!!The Christmas holidays are quickly slipping by. In attempts to slow times' hasty passing, I figured I ought to fill you in on those things that have transpired over the past week.I am sitting back in  smug satisfaction that this year I choreographed the perfect Christmas. The children received nothing that honked, beeped, tooted, choo-chooed, squeaked, squalked, rumbled, groaned, banged,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113586155609360776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113586155609360776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113586155609360776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113586155609360776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2005/12/tale-of-revelry.html' title='A tale of revelry'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113543399963613234</id><published>2005-12-24T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:28:39.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to wish everyone who takes time in their day to share my angle on the universe, a very Merry Christmas, a joyful holiday and hope your days are as blessed as mine. I was trying to think of a good Christmas Story to share with you, and I am so fortunate to say, that I have so many good ones, I am not sure which one to choose. That is a priveledge I try to honor, and pass on to my kids. In</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113543399963613234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113543399963613234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113543399963613234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113543399963613234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417915.post-113527635139216139</id><published>2005-12-22T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:32:31.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridge Tag</title><summary type='text'>I've been tagged! I was asked by Carslemane Foraix over at Carslemane to post a picture of the inside of my fridge. Someone is supposed to judge it, but I have the feeling that I have one of the least interesting fridges, only because we're so bloody normal. Now, you will notice that we have a full sized refridgerator. This is in anticipation of having three hungry boys. Right now they are three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/feeds/113527635139216139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417915&amp;postID=113527635139216139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113527635139216139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417915/posts/default/113527635139216139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsaramom.blogspot.com/2005/12/fridge-tag.html' title='Fridge Tag'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05280885526899399810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_poWtJgiZh1I/SUB18wlncXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kqHf1SdQFxw/S220/Buddha%27sface.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
