<?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-33600173</id><updated>2011-11-23T23:55:24.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Demure Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is all about my writing style, my mind, and products/topics I find interesting and useful.  The postings on this blog will either be researched or philosophical in nature.  Please feel free to respond with your own replies if you find any errors with one of my posts, or if you just want to discuss a different side.  Thank you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5303265076428255276</id><published>2011-04-15T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:12:12.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One word to describe yourself</title><summary type='text'>If you only had one word to describe yourself to the world, your essence, the entirety of your being. 
These are the words that I currently use to describe myself, or think of myself as:
- thoughtful
- inspirational
- intelligent
- pretty
- fat
- ambiguous
- lonely
- empowered
- happy
- intriguing
- funny
- sisterly
- motherly
- wifely
- friendly
- trusting
- trustworthy
- gullible
- wifely
- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5303265076428255276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5303265076428255276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5303265076428255276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5303265076428255276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-word-to-describe-yourself.html' title='One word to describe yourself'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-3542541381892964849</id><published>2011-04-13T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:05:16.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Me</title><summary type='text'>I recently quit my job without having another job lined up.  After panicking a bit, I realized that this would be the best for both Andrew and me as I would be able to stay at home and clean the house.  With two years worth of clutter piling up, we do not have a room in the house that is clean and tidy.  I have not realized up until now how stressful having a messy house can be, but as I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/3542541381892964849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=3542541381892964849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/3542541381892964849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/3542541381892964849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-me.html' title='A New Me'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5966221021372225724</id><published>2010-07-20T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:57:32.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><summary type='text'>I just realized how long it has been since my last post.  It is probable that nobody reads this but on the off-chance that they do, I don't want them to miss out on several months worth!In April, my husband and I went to Hawaii and it was absolutely amazing.  We stayed on Kuai, and for the first portion of the 10 day trip, we rented a house in Kapa'a, which was absolutely gorgeous, modern, wall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5966221021372225724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5966221021372225724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5966221021372225724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5966221021372225724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5590702785254081946</id><published>2010-02-19T21:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:59:50.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to think.</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, there seems to be too much time to think.  One ends up examining, re-examining, and then further contemplating the same examinations of the feelings and/or ideas they began with.  If you have ever done this, you are like me....and yes, you have issues :).I have found myself in this rut several times in the past few months.  For a while, I had to seriously contemplate where my career </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5590702785254081946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5590702785254081946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5590702785254081946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5590702785254081946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-to-think.html' title='Time to think.'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-2167162381923677477</id><published>2010-02-19T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:04:19.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rose</title><summary type='text'>This new post, because of the new year, should really focus on what has gone on since my last post, but it will not.  Instead, it will focus on my favorite flower, the rose...specifically, the red rose.To call it a miracle may seem trite, but it's simplistic, elegant beauty does remind me of miracles.  Everything from the sateen velvety finish on the petal to the strength and fierceness of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/2167162381923677477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=2167162381923677477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/2167162381923677477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/2167162381923677477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2010/02/rose.html' title='A Rose'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-82295350590572200</id><published>2009-11-14T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:04:30.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remission of body, but not of mind?</title><summary type='text'>Remission may refer to: Remission (spectroscopy), the reflection or scattering of light by a materialRemission (Skinny Puppy album)Remission (Mastodon album)Re-Mission, a video game for young people with cancerIn theology, "remission" is the forgiveness of sin.In penology, "remission" refers to the reduction of a prison sentence. See pardon.My cancer is "in remission" which means that I am -ish.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/82295350590572200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=82295350590572200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/82295350590572200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/82295350590572200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2009/11/remission-of-body-but-not-of-mind.html' title='Remission of body, but not of mind?'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-6376039457179925650</id><published>2009-08-23T00:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:00:31.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job, New Outlook</title><summary type='text'>I finally received an offer and accepted it to work in what I am completely convinced will be an awarding career.  I will be a Senior Living Counselor with the ability to use my psychology skills, my creativity, and my work ethic to assist this company's growth.  Each and every one of the people I have talked with and worked with seem to be very friendly and while I know the rosy period will not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/6376039457179925650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=6376039457179925650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6376039457179925650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6376039457179925650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-job-new-outlook.html' title='New Job, New Outlook'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-3247983566965897907</id><published>2009-07-22T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:01:49.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newer Poems 1</title><summary type='text'>No, It's Not All RightIt's not all right to feel this way,To constantly wonder why,I cannot be loved.It's not all right to wonder why,Nobody understands,What I feel and need.It's not all right that I can't describe,These feelings to you,without tears blocking the words.It's not all right that I keep thisBottled up inside,Hiding it from you.It's not all right that I consider it disfigurement,This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/3247983566965897907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=3247983566965897907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/3247983566965897907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/3247983566965897907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2009/07/newer-poems-1.html' title='Newer Poems 1'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-6944328817254051980</id><published>2008-06-03T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:53:39.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the rainforest one click at a time</title><summary type='text'>                                   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/6944328817254051980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=6944328817254051980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6944328817254051980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6944328817254051980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2008/06/saving-rainforest-one-click-at-time.html' title='Saving the rainforest one click at a time'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-1327129869198719272</id><published>2008-04-26T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:44:00.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Girlish Excitement</title><summary type='text'>So I never thought that I would be the type to go crazy over something as girly as a wedding dress and shopping for shoes, bridesmaid dresses, hair, etc…  It somewhat surprises me even now that I’m feeling completely giddy and excited about the fact that I tried on my dress, although it’s in a different color, today, and then ordered it!!!  I didn’t even bat an eyelash when my mother unexpectedly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/1327129869198719272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=1327129869198719272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/1327129869198719272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/1327129869198719272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2008/04/pure-girlish-excitement.html' title='Pure Girlish Excitement'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5369371528484798463</id><published>2008-01-19T19:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:09:06.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement and Divorce?</title><summary type='text'>  The trip to Scottsdale, Arizona over the New Year was wonderful.  The weather was perfect.  Andrew and I did a lot of relaxing, while at the same time having fun going around to the spa and taking a drive out to see my grandmother and her boyfriend in Tucson.  We had good news to bring them because on New Year’s Eve, Andrew asked me to marry him.  Of course I said yes, and after a few tears </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5369371528484798463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5369371528484798463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5369371528484798463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5369371528484798463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2008/01/engagement-and-divorce.html' title='Engagement and Divorce?'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5500836827297416153</id><published>2007-12-06T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:09:32.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Season</title><summary type='text'>It's been quite a while since I last wrote, so I figured that it was time for an update.  Things have been going well enough for me.  I have no complaints about the lovely house, my wonderful kittens, or my handsome boyfriend.... I do, however, have some real issues with one of my jobs.  I figured that I would enjoy being my own boss and setting my own goals.  I was wrong.  I may enjoy being the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5500836827297416153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5500836827297416153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5500836827297416153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5500836827297416153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-seasonot.html' title='Christmas Season'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-3432418667897135961</id><published>2007-10-19T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:34:06.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could delete a week from my life.....</title><summary type='text'>This past week has been stupid.  That's really the only way to describe it.  All of the little things that have gone wrong with the house, my own attitudes, lack of sleep, and stress all make for one week of hell.  None of it was really even that bad, but I'll go day by day anyway.Sunday - work wasn't that bad, boring but not horrible.  Came home and my kittens were sneezing.  Leo completely lost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/3432418667897135961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=3432418667897135961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/3432418667897135961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/3432418667897135961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-could-delete-week-from-my-life.html' title='If I could delete a week from my life.....'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-7750059764934008281</id><published>2007-09-30T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:25:56.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitioning, Friendships, and other stuff</title><summary type='text'>Recently I've been thinking about some things.  I've decided that I hate moving.  It's not just the packing of things, the frustration of realizing that no matter how hard you work or try to map things out, you will ALWAYS forget something.  It's also the idea, feelings, and memories associated with leaving a place.  It seems I never learn or realize how much a place means to me until I'm packing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/7750059764934008281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=7750059764934008281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7750059764934008281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7750059764934008281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/09/transitioning-friendships-and-other.html' title='Transitioning, Friendships, and other stuff'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5348401103067641954</id><published>2007-09-09T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:26:11.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HI :)</title><summary type='text'>I haven't really said anything for a couple of weeks, and anybody who knows me knows that I like talking, so I figured that I would type up a new blog.  Problem is, I'm not really sure what to type.....hmmmm.Well, I am starting to work on some research for school.  The more I look into research studies that have already been completed and the more I begin to focus on working on my own research, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5348401103067641954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5348401103067641954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5348401103067641954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5348401103067641954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi.html' title='HI :)'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-6932241494781231555</id><published>2007-08-28T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:47:37.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction</title><summary type='text'>What is it about a person that makes them so attractive?  I have finally figured out what my "type" is.  He needs to be a brunette, ambitious (but not overly so), family oriented, successful (or working toward it), intelligent, funny, and attentive.  But that doesn't really fit with the types of guys I find physically attractive.Let me rephrase that.  Every guy that I have crushed on for looks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/6932241494781231555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=6932241494781231555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6932241494781231555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6932241494781231555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/08/attraction.html' title='Attraction'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-7882019586760734840</id><published>2007-08-23T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:43:38.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biological Psychology</title><summary type='text'>Biological Psychology is now my favorite subject of all time.  I may be more excited about this than even the sensation and perception stuff.  I was so completely engrossed in yesterday's class, I barely noticed the time go by.  We learned about how Novocain works, which I may explain here in a minute just for something else to write.  I have no idea what I am going to do with my life, but I know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/7882019586760734840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=7882019586760734840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7882019586760734840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7882019586760734840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/08/biological-psychology.html' title='Biological Psychology'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-739268655862651345</id><published>2007-08-23T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:34:44.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Requested</title><summary type='text'>I was recently requested to blog more and I have been trying to think about topics for several days even as the world around me seems to teeter on the brink of.... who knows.  Anyway, so I thought about writing about how I felt when I started thinking about something random to do for the guy I love.  I am not good at random, and I am horrible at gift giving.  So I thought about it for a while and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/739268655862651345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=739268655862651345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/739268655862651345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/739268655862651345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-requested.html' title='As Requested'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-6567563996339927374</id><published>2007-08-16T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:00:29.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensation and Perception</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit that my obsession with this subjects borders on a masochistic obsession.  I bought a book I've been coveting for about a year and a half now, Sensation and Perception by Goldstein.  When I got the book in, I found out that a lab manual can go with it, but I'll have to save up for that because that's another hundred dollars.  Anyway, when I received the book, I was so perversely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/6567563996339927374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=6567563996339927374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6567563996339927374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/6567563996339927374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/08/sensation-and-perception.html' title='Sensation and Perception'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-2261287569815739503</id><published>2007-08-09T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:15:43.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My achilles heal......errrrrr big toe?????</title><summary type='text'>Who knew an ingrown toenail could be so painful???  For a month now I've been trying to clean out and heal up this infected big toe to no avail.  Finally, this morning, I went to a health clinic where the nurse practitioner tried to get it all cleaned out for me.After I regained consciousness, she told me that it was worse than she expected, put me on some antibiotics, and ibuprofen, and told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/2261287569815739503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=2261287569815739503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/2261287569815739503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/2261287569815739503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-achilles-healerrrrrr-big-toe.html' title='My achilles heal......errrrrr big toe?????'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-9178846286536403323</id><published>2007-07-22T22:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:47:21.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Me</title><summary type='text'>Well, I haven't been openly social in a while so I figured I would post an update and let everybody know how I am doing.  I just finished my summer semester at UMSL and have hopefully managed to pass the intensive Spanish class which turned out to be much more rewarding than I expected it to be. I am attempting to find a new job, and I have a great lead currently that I am trying not to get too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/9178846286536403323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=9178846286536403323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/9178846286536403323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/9178846286536403323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-on-me.html' title='Update on Me'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-7711114692252213802</id><published>2007-07-22T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:39:25.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><summary type='text'>“The sky is so big!”              A friend of mine used to always tease me when I would visit him out on his farm in central Missouri, stare up at the sky, and state in awe, “The sky is so big!”  It never failed to amaze me and I could never really convey the feelings that seeing the sky brought on in me.  It was more than a feeling of being so small in compared to the sky as being in awe of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/7711114692252213802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=7711114692252213802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7711114692252213802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7711114692252213802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-world.html' title='My World'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5235480683316355595</id><published>2007-06-26T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:22:24.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Wedding</title><summary type='text'>So the diet worked.  I apparently looked alright in the dress, which is a good thing..... I didn't even trip when we ended up walking down the stairs!!!Ok, so originally the wedding was supposed to be outdoors....then the lovely Illinois weather factored itself in an said, "uh, no."  So we ended up indoors but the wedding was amazingly beautiful.  I can't believe how stressful and anxiety-laden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5235480683316355595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5235480683316355595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5235480683316355595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5235480683316355595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/06/amazing-wedding.html' title='An Amazing Wedding'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-9066143946517318422</id><published>2007-06-19T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:39:45.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><summary type='text'>I haven't written in quite a while so I figured it was time for an update.  I finally picked up my bridesmaid dress last Wednesday and realized I have gained quite a bit more weight than I thought I had this past year.  This was a very disconcerting notion for me, as I have never considered myself to be too "fat" for anything.  Now as my brother and I tried to zip up the dress for the very first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/9066143946517318422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=9066143946517318422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/9066143946517318422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/9066143946517318422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-7271911067767890528</id><published>2007-05-02T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:59:09.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><summary type='text'>Here are some poems I found when I was cleaning.  You may like them or you may hate them, or you may just want to share some of your own...feel free!!! :)Jewel  She softly and sleekly pads  Her way through the snow.  Her fur shines black, orange,  Chocolate, and White.  Her eyes  Are subtle and clear, speaking of   Intelligence.  Later, she will  Curl into a tight ball, her head  Tucked into her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/7271911067767890528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=7271911067767890528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7271911067767890528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/7271911067767890528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/05/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-8436830312393965180</id><published>2007-04-16T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:47:23.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE APRIL</title><summary type='text'>This month just seems to suck for me every single year.  Yes I do have logical reasons for it...well maybe they're only logical to me, who knows.  But the month does suck for me and I hate it and yea.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/8436830312393965180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=8436830312393965180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/8436830312393965180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/8436830312393965180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-april.html' title='I HATE APRIL'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5073503122937058351</id><published>2007-03-29T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:02:08.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in Dallas</title><summary type='text'>So we're stuck in Dallas.  This isn't really that big of a problem for me, but the people all around me are complaining.  Does it have something to do with the fact that every other flight to St. Louis has been canceled, or to the fact that tomorrow is Friday, and another workday for most people? I just enjoyed a wonderfully free trip to Cancun, Mexico, compliments of my boyfriend's corporation..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5073503122937058351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5073503122937058351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5073503122937058351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5073503122937058351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuck-in-dallas.html' title='Stuck in Dallas'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-5793599098170680132</id><published>2007-02-23T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:48:23.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge Me!</title><summary type='text'>So I've been doing some serious soul-searching as a result of rampant anxiety-attacks this past semseter.  I finally went to see a psychologist so that I might figure out and maybe fix this little annoying problemSo we talked about me, or rather, I talked about me for quite a while.  What my life is like now, how things are going, what stresses me out, and why I think my family issues may be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/5793599098170680132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=5793599098170680132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5793599098170680132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/5793599098170680132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-judge-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge Me!'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-418571061616602857</id><published>2007-01-08T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:29:54.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><summary type='text'>Have you every experienced one of those really creative times.  These are times when you feel like you can rule the world, if you just try, like every solution will come to you in time, like life is just waiting for you to get up and do something?  Ok, so maybe that sounds weird, or corny, or just dumb, but that's kinda how I've been feeling lately (all of the above). Anyway, I started writing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/418571061616602857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=418571061616602857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/418571061616602857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/418571061616602857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2007/01/stories.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-796396951857995081</id><published>2006-12-13T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:27:53.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED?</title><summary type='text'>Wow... so it's aparently time for an update that's not so down... Finals are over!!! Not only that but I did a lot better in all of my classes than I thought that I was going to.  I have a week to get things together before I go to Vegas with my wonderful boyfriend, Andy.  We'll be in Vegas over Christmas for about five days or so but I'll probably still have my laptop with me because I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/796396951857995081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=796396951857995081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/796396951857995081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/796396951857995081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored.html' title='BORED?'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-116267961399246998</id><published>2006-11-04T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:33:43.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Hell</title><summary type='text'>I love working in retail when I can work on getting things set up and see that I have made some progress.  I really like to feel like I'm starting something new, something that other people will enjoy.  Even though it is simply signing and putting furniture in the right spots, I feel like I'm a part of something bigger.When the store opens, I end up dealing with the customers, the one's that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/116267961399246998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=116267961399246998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/116267961399246998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/116267961399246998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/11/retail-hell.html' title='Retail Hell'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-116226522291098717</id><published>2006-10-30T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:27:02.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt the urge to simply melt away?  What I mean is melt into the background and simply disappear, wondering which of the people around you would notice first, if any.  I don't wonder whether my friends care about me or not, but rather what affect, if any I've had on their lives.  Each of us hopes to have a positive affect on one another or at least for everybody to have positive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/116226522291098717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=116226522291098717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/116226522291098717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/116226522291098717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/10/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-115984732818965133</id><published>2006-10-02T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:48:48.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><summary type='text'>Anybody that has ever taken a class involving the word stress, or gone to work, or school, or lived any sort of challenging life has at some point hit the exhaustion stage.  I hit sometime Saturday when I was working for the 15th day in a row.  Now this is not to say that I worked at Office Depot for fifteen days in a row, no I only worked there for six days at a time in a row, then I would go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/115984732818965133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=115984732818965133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115984732818965133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115984732818965133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/10/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-115803854416917422</id><published>2006-09-12T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:22:24.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation</title><summary type='text'>I haven't slept more than four hours in six days now.  I'm beginning to get worried.  I understand that stress can influence anxiety and anxiety can prevent sleep.  I'm so tired right now that the lines are beginning to blur... I've tried going to bed now four times, and nothing has worked.  I've used all of the normal remedies, meditation, sleep tea, relaxing stretches...I'm almost to the point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/115803854416917422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=115803854416917422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115803854416917422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115803854416917422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleep-deprivation.html' title='Sleep Deprivation'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-115742275271058243</id><published>2006-09-04T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:42:10.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way,</title><summary type='text'>here is an AWESOME website to visit...www.allaboutmidgets.typepad.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/115742275271058243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=115742275271058243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115742275271058243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115742275271058243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/09/by-way.html' title='By the way,'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-115742224888335640</id><published>2006-09-04T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:44:47.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matrix</title><summary type='text'>I sometimes wonder about the matrix.  Each of us has definitely had some impact on our reality, haven't we?  Our own biases choose what we originally think about a person when we see them (stereotypes), or even if we decide to see them at all!  Some people or objects we simply ignore because they cannot be important if they are not harmful or wonderful.  Sometimes, I think it takes watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/115742224888335640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=115742224888335640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115742224888335640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115742224888335640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/09/matrix.html' title='The Matrix'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-115695928525111448</id><published>2006-08-30T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:34:45.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed</title><summary type='text'>    The definition of amaze is to fill someone with wonder.  Is that how you feel when you are amazed at something?   When did we lose our sense of wonder?  Was it when we grew up and suddenly realized we had jobs to attend to and bills to pay?  Did it happen because now there seem to be more bills than money floating around?  Why do we look at the sky and ignore it's presence?  Has science </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/115695928525111448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=115695928525111448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115695928525111448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115695928525111448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600173.post-115695873362657841</id><published>2006-08-30T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:25:33.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Chatter</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have realized I am an advanced student in the art of saying absolutely nothing. What does that mean? Why nothing, of course. It's so funny that we as people can talk to one another and acknowledge that we couldn't care less about one another but yet feel the compulsion to create some kind of useless chatter. Most commonly about the weather outside. I never notice what it's like outside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/feeds/115695873362657841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33600173&amp;postID=115695873362657841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115695873362657841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33600173/posts/default/115695873362657841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://admuremind.blogspot.com/2006/08/weather-chatter.html' title='Weather Chatter'/><author><name>Demure</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15375182879119841133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
