<?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-3916389628713208416</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:38:04.805-07:00</updated><category term='Wear Sunscreen'/><category term='what is work'/><category term='Jerry and Esther Hicks'/><category term='Bus chase'/><category term='First post'/><category term='partnership'/><category term='seize the day'/><category term='Goal'/><category term='Oroonoko'/><category term='Dan Savage'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='video of the month'/><category term='twins'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Dear world'/><category term='labels'/><category term='true love'/><category term='elderly'/><category term='Kung Fu Panda'/><category term='family love'/><category term='Gratitude'/><category term='Savage Love'/><category term='everbody&apos;s free'/><category term='Happy friday'/><category term='Looking glass foundation'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Abraham'/><category term='eating disorders'/><category term='pressure from the world'/><category term='Is love enough?'/><category term='Buy nothing day'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Sex column'/><category term='what do i do?'/><category term='Breast Cancer awareness'/><category term='work'/><category term='human nature'/><title type='text'>Acknowledging the Pink Elephant!</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts, beliefs and perspectives on how I see the world. I like to challenge typically accepted norms, just because it seems right! I think the world can appear to stand on its head, more times than once. So here are my thoughts, agree, disagree- let's just talk about what's going on! Let's talk about the pink elephant in the room!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-7167412302966461408</id><published>2010-10-27T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:07:50.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help change the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/TMiwjn0I7wI/AAAAAAAAACg/p3UA6DxsufE/s1600/images_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/TMiwjn0I7wI/AAAAAAAAACg/p3UA6DxsufE/s1600/images_3.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I hand picked you people because the world needs some love, we know this! It hurts my heart to see it struggle everyday and I struggle with what my role is in loving back to a peaceful place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Good news though! Here is something you can do to change the world... nothing big and hugely taxing but here are a couple ideas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- spread kindness everyday "pay it forward"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- compliment someone on a job well done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- thank someone for going out of their way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- thank someone for being them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- give someone a great big hug from your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- hold a door open for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- be gracious instead of spiteful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- be courageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- see pain instead of anger and the opportunity to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- pick up litter in your office (even if its not yours!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- tell someone they look great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- live from a place of community instead of individualism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- be truthful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;- live from compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;... I have been really stressed out lately, besides the normal over-the-top school/work combo I have! I have felt so much pain in my heart from the pain in the world. I have been stressed because I don't know what else I can do to help heal. Then I realized... spreading the word about healing the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;If you choose to dismiss this note, no worries! If it is not for you, thanks for reading (or not) ... thanks for honouring yourself in what makes sense to you. However, I encourage you to step outside of yourself and see what lies beyond yourself. Money is a necessity, yes! Having clothes and food and a place to live is important, but there are more important things out there too. There are things beyond ourselves that require our attention and care. People, the earth, animals and beyond. Spread the love you have inside yourself to others and watch it grow like a flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A burden shared is a burden halved and love shared is love doubled. (funny how that works!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-7167412302966461408?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7167412302966461408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7167412302966461408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7167412302966461408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-change-world.html' title='Help change the world!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/TMiwjn0I7wI/AAAAAAAAACg/p3UA6DxsufE/s72-c/images_3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-2959682012163641582</id><published>2010-10-26T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:09:30.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a dreamer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;... and sometimes I wonder if it's worth it?! What does dreaming get me besides a fuzzy little feeling inside? Does it move me forward? Does it hold me back? Does it put me into action? Does it keep me in procrastination? I am tried of feeling like I am being held back by what I really want in this world. But then who is the one holding me back? It must be me because not everyone feels this way. I am bummed man... it's exhausting looking for my passion! Do you think that it is even truly possible to live your passion?? I DO that is why I am so grrr &amp;amp; frustrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I don't know if I even know what my passion is besides loving and being loved! I am really damn good at loving people too... but what else do I want from life? I don't know if I know! Well I think I know but then I wonder... do I? YOU KNOW??!!!! Well, this is my gripe about feeling that I won't ever be able to accomplish those things that I want. But what are they you ask... good question!! I DON'T EVEN KNOW!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like when I do write in my blog... which is rare, I know that, that I just send my thoughts out to the world... because well that is what I am doing actually too right! Will there ever be a response???...&lt;span id="goog_1400302730"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1400302731"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ibatGGIIQ4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Imagine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-2959682012163641582?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2959682012163641582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2959682012163641582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2959682012163641582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-dreamer.html' title='I am a dreamer...'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-1956182932705954363</id><published>2010-07-13T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:12:35.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>I feel very passionate about human rights, about justice for all, and non punitive measures but more holistic or restorative measures of justice. I do not feel that the JUSTICE system in Canada, nor the USA is effective and I believe a very large reason for this is due to the fact that justice does not reign but rather punishment and blame are in control of the system. I feel that our society thinks that if we can blame someone for a wrong doing (whether accurate or not) and punish them, somehow justice is found. A very basic example of our backwards system is the ability to sue for emotional damage due to a situation. Somehow suing someone for all they are worth- or maybe more, remedies the fact that someone has been emotionally compromised by a situation. HOW DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I propose? Well, I certainly do not propose that I have all the answers, but I think that a great many ideas and possible solutions exist in the world but that we are too cocky to admit defeat that our system does not work effectively. Just look at the recidivism rates or talk to someone in jail who has learned more about how to be a better criminal that received advice and/or support on how to stop. Or look to someone who is on bail, owes money to the government or a private party- it seems that these are mere roadblocks that are suffered rather that solutions to a wrongdoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restorative justice has done great work because the people that have been victimized come together with those that have done wrong and come to an arrangement together to find a way through the problem. For example, maybe a young person damages an old woman's house. Instead of putting him away for a time being he may be expected to visit the old woman and make the repairs on her house himself. The biggest problem I see with this is that people want to "stick it to them" as in to the person that has caused harm- this only causes further harm. The old woman in the above situation would need to be a big woman to be willing to work with this young person. She would need to be willing to work with him instead of having the state do this to him. Although much harder, the results are much greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am presently reading this novel entitled "Shantaram" by Gregory David Roberts. Gregory Roberts is an ex-con and this book is supposedly his true experiences of running away from jail and running to India. There he met many people and began a medical clinic in a slum where 25,000 people lived. The overseer of the slum is Qasim Ali. In chapter 11 Qasim Ali discusses justice, which he has needed to enforce twice in this chapter, and he says this, " justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-1956182932705954363?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1956182932705954363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/1956182932705954363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/1956182932705954363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-4959245621590784220</id><published>2010-03-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:13:13.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of the month</title><content type='html'>This is a documentary called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6-1oo-b3Ds"&gt;STREETS OF PLENTY&lt;/a&gt;. It is a social experiment about a guy who wanted to know what it was like to be homeless. He not only went down to the Downtown Eastside (Vancouver's sketchy neighborhood notorious for drugs, theft, and homelessness) he also decided he was going to live on the streets for 30 days to experience what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Homeless-Streets-786786.jpg" src="webkit-fake-url://5C3C8899-DA13-421A-883F-90F507BCD9BF/Homeless-Streets-786786.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sets this documentary apart is that they were skeptics before believing that the homeless people were just lazy and took advantage of all the different services. Needless to say he had a very different perspective at the end of the filming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-4959245621590784220?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4959245621590784220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/4959245621590784220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/4959245621590784220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/video-of-month.html' title='Video of the month'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-7492427048463868595</id><published>2010-03-07T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:23:12.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I went inside a hole for a little while!</title><content type='html'>Hello again world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went away for a little while and am back and alive and well to tell the tale! I went MIA. That's right- missing in action... why? Who really knows because it was time for me to do it. I did not intentionally decide to go MIA, these sorts of things tend to just occur. I felt bogged down, under the weather, very melancholy and it's frustrating because when I am in that space, nothing else really exists. The world feels heavy on my heart and in my eyes. I feel like the world adopts a spectrum of grey colour. I don't like being in that space and am grateful for going sideways when I come out. It's like I am renewed and refreshed like I have just hibernated for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you are sick and don't want to be sick. You fight that you have the flu for a few days and finally give in. But when you give in you have no energy, no sex drive, no desire. You attempt to do normal things but quickly realize you do not have the motivation nor drive to do them. And when you do do things you are horrible at them and they make you more frustrated b/c you know you can do them. But then you sleep... you feel drowsy, you watch horrible TV and movies- drink a lot of tea. And you still feel like garbage. One day, though, you start to feel brighter. You think- AHA! I am coming through this. You get up, shower, put on comfy jeans- which is a step up from the jammies you have been wearing for 3 days, and get some fresh air. You go no further than the end of your block to realize you are plum tuckered out. You attempt to fight the feeling and think- the fresh air will do me some good! You push through it and then are more drained. You retreat to you solitude in your room, tired, exhausted, mad at the world, you sleep, maybe cry a little. The next day you sleep some more. On the 6th day you are feeling okay. You doubt whether the same thing will happen that happened on you walk so you take it slow. You have been wiped out from the flu. But you go out and do something and it isn't as hard. And you laugh, not because of an obligation but because you think something is funny. You eat your favorite food- it tastes good and doesn't make your tummy flip. You are on the mend you are doing okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I am talking about that first laughter! After being stuck inside for a while that first burst of energy feels more delicious than all the laughter you have ever had. And when you try something again are can do it- there is joy! When your friends call you and you have the desire and energy to join them or even talk to them, which you haven't for the past week- there is joy! And my weird and wonderful world, that is where I am! I am in the joy... I don't know if my MIA phase is completely over... but it's on it's way out. And I could be mad at it and determined to never have a phase like that again. Instead, however, I am grateful to have had it to feel refreshed and renewed and ready to tackle the world again. I am grateful it is over and grateful it has happened. Grateful to see it pass and happy to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sunday everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-7492427048463868595?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7492427048463868595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-went-inside-hole-for-little-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7492427048463868595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7492427048463868595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-went-inside-hole-for-little-while.html' title='I went inside a hole for a little while!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-574004504259656027</id><published>2010-02-26T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:19:47.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart is a funny thing</title><content type='html'>Hey world- this is a bit more of a sober post. It's about my Grampa- yes that is how I like to spell it! He is very very very tired! Poor man has been through so much! Too much! He is at home now with his wife, my NAN!! He has a hospital bed there for him and my nan sleeps in the den and does everything and then some for him. He is not ready to let go, and that is perfect because it is! I have never been through anything like this, it is really very emotional! I mean I say that and it's like... well YAH! Your grandfather is on his last legs, of course it's going to be emotional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is what I do to pretend it isn't emotional!! And I believe myself... I don't even know I am emotional. Not true... I have noticed that I have been really really tired, and not quite enjoying things that I usually really really enjoy... really really!!! It's totally protective and I very much understand that, it is just so fascinating to me what we convince ourselves of and believe! I think I understand that I am protecting myself so that I do not feel my pain. It's like if I let a little crack of pain in- everything will come tumbling down. Do any of you feel that way?! One of my really good friends told me that "feeling pain doesn't mean everything comes tumbling down. Because you have those that love you and will care for you and remind you of the god times!" Isn't that really lovely?! She is a gem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really defensive, I guess I don't like to be vulnerable... or only on my watch! Which is really silly and funny at the same time! I mean can one really plan being vulnerable? Oh-- I like that question! What is it to be vulnerable. Strength comes from vulnerability, but why do I avoid it so? It's an unnerving place to be for me. Anyways... those are my thoughts- see I can even feeling myself shutting off now. It's like I have a control button but only up to a certain point. Once I pass the point of no return, I can't control the button anymore. So instead of keep the option open that I might go past the point of no return that may have great benefits, I don't even let myself open that up. I shut it down before I even get a chance. Wow that is not smart!! So immature of me... strength! I have to remember I am strong and supported by the ENTIRE WORLD!! The whole universe is one big support system, if I let it be! So I just have to let it be- even if that means being a little vulnerable! Even if that means, I don't have it all figured out but I think that last little bit makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To world- I love you and I know you love me! Thanks for loving me back and giving me opportunities to trust you and believe and know that you support and love me too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-574004504259656027?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/574004504259656027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart-is-funny-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/574004504259656027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/574004504259656027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart-is-funny-thing.html' title='The heart is a funny thing'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-5292352472885424457</id><published>2010-02-14T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:10:56.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day of LOVE!!</title><content type='html'>Hello world... it is that day again, the day some people love, some people dread, and some people think is all about consumerism! That's right it is Valentines day!!! I agree that there is a huge part of this day that has become about consumerism. "My partner got me this, what did your partner get you?" "What should I get my partner, what if my gift is more/less than theirs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another common theme on this day might be: "I don't have a partner, I am so alone- I hate Valentines Day and all those people in love!!" So, on a day like today we must ask... What Would St. Valentine Do? But since I cannot ask him, nor do I know much about him at all there seems to be a dead end. Valentine's Day, aside from the commercialism and our societies desperation around defining their self-worth and identity on whether one has a partner or not, Valentine's Day seems to be about L-O-V-E!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what love is, I hope! One can love one's parents, one's pet, one's friends, running, the mountains, tea... the list is endless really! So why has Valentine's day been restricted to romantic love only? I say get out there and do what you love with who you love!! If you love your dog, go for a walk. If you love your siblings- make dinner and a movie. If you love yourself- treat yourself! This is a day of love for crying out loud... let's take advantage of it and not be caught up in the meaningless meaning we attribute to it!! And if you have a partner- do something AWESOME together to demonstrate your love for each other perhaps even without a price tag????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-5292352472885424457?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5292352472885424457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-day-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5292352472885424457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5292352472885424457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-day-of-love.html' title='Happy Day of LOVE!!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-466957448113999943</id><published>2010-01-31T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:58:14.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breast Cancer awareness'/><title type='text'>Video of the month</title><content type='html'>This is a video my friend's mother sent me. It's a breast cancer PINK GLOVE dance!! I love that so many people came together to make this video. It's really a people for people thing. Check it out and let me know what you think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEdVfyt-mLw"&gt;Pink Glove Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1264960503815"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1264960503816"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-466957448113999943?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/466957448113999943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/466957448113999943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/466957448113999943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-of-month.html' title='Video of the month'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-5442832252576028606</id><published>2010-01-24T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:21:21.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partnership'/><title type='text'>Watching the elderly age</title><content type='html'>I am so very lucky! I am 24 and have all 4 grandparents alive and well with me. Not only that I have grown up with them at my birthdays, their birthdays, christmases, thanksgivings... well you get the idea! We have all shared the lovely city of Vancouver and formed a slightly tightly knit group! It's funny how over the years our Christmas table has gone a little senile, let us say! It has been comical to see those around me yelling at each other neither really knowing what the other is saying whilst they are stuck in their own little world! Okay, well I do exaggerate a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's mum- my grampa (yes I spell it that way on purpose) has been through the ringer I tell you. And he had his 4th heart attack on December 31st. He came out of the hospital shortly after and then went back in just this past Wednesday- Jan 20th because we thought he was having seizures. My parents were in Mexico and we called them to come back home and they did! My grampa is slipping and no longer the man I know. I see him there, sitting in his chair, no longer speaking, no longer able to feed himself... and that ll happened just in a very few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so painfully sad to see my Nan- his wife- with him. It is so beautiful and so sad at the same time. She is clinging to everything she can. And why wouldn't she! It is her RIGHT to do so. She is at the hospital every morning to give him breakfast, shower him... then lunch. She goes home for a few hours and then back for dinner. This is her husband, her partner, her lover, he life! Despite their very interesting dance of love it is so ever present every moment they are together. She yells at him and he mutters something inappropriate under his breath that she can't hear and she calls him a "stupid bugger" every day! Well- that's what used to happen. Now she kisses him, rubs her hand gently upon his cheek, feeds him, chats with him without much response... but there is still a connection there. A beautiful connection understood by only them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love runs deep in their veins ... oh so very deep! What will happen next we shall see! I have seen him everyday except yesterday because I needed a break. It is so emotionally draining! And somehow I am supposed to carry on with real life too????!!!! As in I have school tomorrow??????!!!! I am supposed to go! And I will go- just having a bit of a distraction might be what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-5442832252576028606?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5442832252576028606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/watching-elderly-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5442832252576028606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5442832252576028606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/watching-elderly-age.html' title='Watching the elderly age'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-2941337391240290354</id><published>2010-01-17T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:20:49.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't know!</title><content type='html'>It's funny how little things catch you by surprise from places you didn't even know and make you smile. It's funny how when you need support it creeps up from out of nowhere and catches you. It's funny how when you are so focused on "abc" it's really the "lmnop" that make all the difference! It's funny how you take what you have for granted until you don't have it anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why these are the rules of the world, the lay of the land! It seems a bit backwards and upside down to me. Trusting what the process is and trusting that I may not know but the world may brings peace in times of uncertainty. It's odd because it is a blind trust- a blind faith. But isn't that what faith is inherently? Faith is not knowing and trusting anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love &amp;amp; Respect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-2941337391240290354?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2941337391240290354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2941337391240290354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2941337391240290354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t know!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-1087029680270104284</id><published>2010-01-12T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:30:23.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I believe in L-O-V-E!</title><content type='html'>I believe in God- or higher power or something else out there. I believe in a big man upstairs! I believe that we are all connected. I believe that I can trust this moment and that that is enough. I believe love is enough... but it has to come from each person. I believe that love is the most powerful thing in the world that a cubic centimeter of pure 100% love has more energy in it than a big ball of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I believe all these things you may or may not wonder? Because it is everywhere? Don't you see it? Don't you feel it? It's in the smiles, it's in the lucky pennies, it's in the pain and the suffering because people gather around and support one another in the more beautiful manner when pain strikes. It's in the man I met the other day who told me about changing the world and what he would do if her were 20 years younger (i'll leave that for another post). It's in a helping hand. It's in the THANKS that you didn't expect. It's in the THANKS that you didn't get and got it x4 later that day but didn't realize because you were still upset about the lack of THANKS earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the wind in my hair, it's in the sun on my face. It's in the frigid cold in your bones when you look at a stranger and know you are feeling the same feeling. It's in that interconnected web where I don't know the person beside me but I get to be a part of their life for 15 minutes and they get to be a part of my life for 15 minutes. It's in understanding nothing and trusting blindly. It's in hate and anger because that is really pain due to a lack of something that can only be resolved with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, God is love! I don't know when I came to this conclusion... but it's that simple. The big bang... talk about power of intention where this world we know came out of a big explosion of LOVE! We are in it everyday... we are surrounded. Do you see it? Do you choose to see it? Those stuck in victim are happy there and I need to learn to be happy for you there. Im not good at that! I always think things can be better... more... better. Sometimes they just are and that too- is perfect love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I don't have pain, fear, anger because I do... I cry- in fact I feel like I would cry if I weren't at school right now. Emotions are funny sometimes because right now I feel joy, peace, sad, pain, hurt and LOVE and I want to cry- figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to see the love today. Notice it. See it. Feel it. Smell it. It's there just waiting for you to pick it up and trust it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-1087029680270104284?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1087029680270104284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-believe-in-l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/1087029680270104284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/1087029680270104284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-believe-in-l-o-v-e.html' title='I believe in L-O-V-E!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-605104459745632923</id><published>2010-01-03T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:58:33.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week over... and the welcoming of a new decade!</title><content type='html'>We all know that New Years Eve can be hyped up to the max and we can be disappointed. I do not know one person that doesn't believe this, even a little bit. But what happens time after time after time? We go out... drink ourselves into a stupor and complain about our heads the next morning. What about spending the first day of a fresh new year hungover sounds attractive?!?!! It doesn't do much for me world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was one of the best Christmases and New Years in my life! New Years... 6 friends (including myself) we at my friends beach house. We tequila shotted at midnight and I made everyone make a wish... or at least proposed that people should! It was a blue moon folks. That only happens once every 20 years. BIG THINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue moon is when there is a second full moon in any month. A blue moon happens only every few years but on new years eve only every 20 years. There was an eclipse which, apparently, weakens the strength of the blue moon but a new decade rung in with a blue moon- I am A-OK with that one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year... make it magical because the power is in you to make your life what you want it. This is the first day of the rest of your life... what are YOU going to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-605104459745632923?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/605104459745632923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-week-over-and-welcoming-of-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/605104459745632923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/605104459745632923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-week-over-and-welcoming-of-new.html' title='Another week over... and the welcoming of a new decade!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-6294430814522041863</id><published>2009-12-27T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:19:02.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo for December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SzghhJvkGaI/AAAAAAAAABo/3cEart9XSCQ/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SzghhJvkGaI/AAAAAAAAABo/3cEart9XSCQ/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas dinner table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-6294430814522041863?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6294430814522041863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-for-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/6294430814522041863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/6294430814522041863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/photo-for-december.html' title='Photo for December'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SzghhJvkGaI/AAAAAAAAABo/3cEart9XSCQ/s72-c/IMG_1196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-591169663635943628</id><published>2009-12-27T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:07:21.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What made it my best Christmas in years?</title><content type='html'>Let's see---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live about a 12 minute drive from my folks' home and my family home. I really wanted to sleep over on Christmas eve but IM A BIG GIRL! Or at least on my way to being one so I SHOULDN'T right? Well I don't know the answer to that, but I do know I did sleep over. Not only the 24th but the 23rd, 24th, 25th AND 26th! Why so many nights? My roommate went back to her family home for all those nights and I didn't want to be alone around Christmas... and... I really wanted to spend time with my family! Yes, that much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 23rd my 2 brothers and I finished up our gifts for our grandparents... we made almond bark and tea (pretty cool eh?!). On 24th hung around... went on a run... and did Christmas eve at my Aunt's. It was great! First year Christmas eve at her house and it was really beautiful because she was really excited to have it at her house- where it was always at my Grandma's but she's a bit too old now to host it. I sat beside my 91 year old grandpa and we laughed all night long together! Everyone was in such a delightful and joyful mood. 25th I got to wake up my 2 brothers in the morning because, well- SANTA HAD BEEN! We spent 3 hours opening gifts. Not because we have a lot of gifts but because we were all chatting and explaining why we got this for this person- why it made us think of them! We all took turns opening and exchanging love! It was so beautiful! I cried more than once. It is truly such a gift when people see you for who you are and they almost know what makes your heartbeat! ...tear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later my mum's folks came over to exchange gifts and laughs... and then more people for dinner. We had 18 people at our dinner table! I love the large ones! We hadn't had one this big in years. We have our family family which is about...11 and then others that we are lucky enough to "adopt" for the evening! Again- so much joy and laughter. It seemed that everyone was just super excited to spend time together. I sat beside my cousin who just finished his first semester at university so I got all the gossip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this season has been as beautiful for you as it was for me. My heart was so full of love and joy I thought it might burst! This was one to go down in the books for sure- with huge gratitude. I find it exciting also because I believe firmly in the law of attraction and what you put out you receive. And so I am also in huge gratitude that what is being reflected back to me is something of a beautiful and loving exchange of people for people! Truly magical! That is what this season is about for me anyways! I really didn't even care about the gifts at all- except that it is kind of fun to see what the other person chose to represent you to them! It was a joy to laugh and chat and listen to so many beautiful people in their sharing of each other in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love and Respect to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-591169663635943628?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/591169663635943628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-made-it-my-best-christmas-in-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/591169663635943628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/591169663635943628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-made-it-my-best-christmas-in-years.html' title='What made it my best Christmas in years?'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-8744736600779753048</id><published>2009-12-21T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:54:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Rally</title><content type='html'>Happy almost HO HO HO!!! It's is exciting, well because I do love Christmas! Why do I love it so much? I had a revelation, just today in fact, when thinking about how much I love Christmas- which is quite a lot!! I have always been this way and everyone in my life knows it! I am one of "those" who plays Christmas music in the summer when I am sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion- which I do feel is quite brilliant- is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas because everyone has to love each other! I mean- you don't have to... but it is slightly mandatory for the season if one were to think about it! People do secret santas, people donate, people wishing total stranger HAPPY HOLIDAYS! People exchanging things with others to represent their relationship or show the other that they care. I mean- how can you NOT love everyone in this holiday season, unless you are a scrouge. And if there are any scrouges out there... spend one day with me and I will show you love and you will be infected. It is a beautiful infection, be assured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, I was a part of a Christmas Rally. That is what I am choosing to call it, by the way, I do not really know what else to call it. To me- it was a rally to bring Christmas back to what it really is. Now we have movies that preach what Christmas is. The Grinch had that song "Where are you Christmas?" And Jack Frost has the dad who died and came back as a snowman to be with his son and family. We get it- Christmas is NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT THE GIFTS. Let's face it- it is! We live in a secular world where our religion has become money. I have a lot of issues with that one- but I will leave it for another post. For now I would like to discuss the Christmas Rally I was involved in and please read on if you are so inclined to learn about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got together with a group of -oh 10-12 people and we had white shirts that we wrote different slogans on. The messages all were intended to put forth the idea of thinking about the person you are buying a gift for, for the holidays, and find something appropriate. This was not an ANTI-CONSUMERISM protest. It was simply a RALLY intended to bring people to the awareness that they do usually know the person they are buying for and so why not buy something that represents that person to you. Why buy for the sake of buying when you can purchase something lovely and meaningful that really shows you care. It was about stopping and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in the attempt to demonstrate the slowing down to think we walked PAINFULLY slowly throughout the downtown Vancouver mall. It was Sunday December 20th and it was a pretty full mall. We walked slowly and people saw us- I didn't make contact and instead looked around aimlessly and tried to avoid looking in shop display windows, which at some points was tricky! We also sang Christmas carols, which was my favorite part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this season of giving... if it isn't the gift but really the thought- and I really believe it can be... BUCK UP and put some thought into it. Don't fret and buy something silly just to buy something. Think about the person you are buying for- who are they to you and what is something that they would appreciate or maybe even enjoy for more than 15 minutes?! Reflect on them and find something that represents who they are to you. I have always shopped that way and trust me- it is very enjoyable. Not always easy, albeit, but usually turns out well. A word to the wise, though. If it is the 23rd or 24th of December and you still haven't even started shopping- which is something I do not understand- then yes. Panic! Go and buy things that kinda represent the person. But at least write them a meaningful card for goodness sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-8744736600779753048?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8744736600779753048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-rally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/8744736600779753048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/8744736600779753048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-rally.html' title='Christmas Rally'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-2316607635393761707</id><published>2009-12-15T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:28:32.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating disorders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking glass foundation'/><title type='text'>Finding support from places you didn't even know existed is a TREAT!</title><content type='html'>Hello world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slacking on the blog- or rather have been extremely pre-occupied with other things and well, this take the back burner! Im okay with that this time around. I knew the one post/day was not possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic is that when you really need people, they find you! What I mean by that is that I wanted to support my mum's foundation called "Looking Glass" which is a non-profit organization trying to start the first residential treatment center in Canada for adolescent girls with eating disorders. I needed people to sign this petition and so I emailed it out to everyone on my email list and sent it to everyone on my facebook profile and people I don't even know are replying with support! Signatures, words of kindness and their own stories are flooding through the door! That is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come from nowhere and go somewhere!!! 'Tis the season to be giving and to be grateful! So- that is what I am doing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ho Ho Ho Ho or Holidays to you all- may this season fill your heart with so much love it begins to overflow in bliss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-2316607635393761707?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2316607635393761707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/finding-support-from-places-you-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2316607635393761707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2316607635393761707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/finding-support-from-places-you-didnt.html' title='Finding support from places you didn&apos;t even know existed is a TREAT!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-5513360839708194509</id><published>2009-12-07T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:43:13.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do things happen when you don't expect it?</title><content type='html'>I don't know!! Is that the trick? To just pretend that you are not looking for anything else? That your life is full to the brim as it is? Maybe not to pretend but to believe it is the trick! To see all the beautiful positive things that are happening in your life and how could you possibly fit anymore good into your life and then POOF! It happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a White Christmas, given it is Christmas time I will reference a Christmas movie, Bing Crosby sings a song about "counting blessings instead of sheep." I think that is really beautiful and do enjoy drifting into sleep with glorious thoughts of all my blessings dancing in my head- yes another Christmas reference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Law of Attraction argues that one manifests things by intending them and then letting them go. It is in the letting go of them that the world is able to bring them into manifest. It is interesting for me because I notice that when I do not have a strong attachment to the outcome of something and kind of hope it happens but it doesn't really matter if it does- that it comes into manifest. However, when I want something really badly and wish and wish and wish for it- it doesn't come. That is a hard one to grasp in my mind!! For it is the things that I truly want that I prevent into coming into my life through holding onto them too tightly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose in letting go of how whatever I am wishing for comes to me it will be able to come because I am not expecting it to come in a certain way. I don't know exactly but it is delightful to know that things come on their own time. I cannot force anything in to happening... for the most part :) I suppose our jobs are to let go and allow it to happen... and to trust that it will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-5513360839708194509?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5513360839708194509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-things-happen-when-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5513360839708194509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5513360839708194509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-things-happen-when-you-dont.html' title='Why do things happen when you don&apos;t expect it?'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-7978011939810451341</id><published>2009-12-05T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:04:47.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Is love enough?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><title type='text'>Is love really all you need?</title><content type='html'>The truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love oh- a few years ago now. I've never been the same since! It hit me like a mac truck, out of no where and I felt like I could not go on without him. Isn't that always what people say happens? It happened when I least expected it. It came out of no where. I was finally happy being single and then there he/she was! I guess that is just how it all happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That too is how it was for me. I was in deep deep love and I didn't want anything else except to be with this man for the rest of my days and he wanted that too! What happened? Where did it go sour? Where did it all end? He was into drugs and I was on the roller coaster with him for a while. I was willing to stick it out, I mean isn't that what a partner does? Support the one they love through rough times? At what cost though? I mean is love really enough? Is love really all you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to ask such questions because, truthfully I want SO badly for that to be true, but don't really know if it is. I tried to do so many things for him... man I tried to give him it all I tried to give him the WORLD! All my family and ALL my friends were against us. They saw what it was doing to me and wanted me to leave. In fact no one wanted me to even get involved and couldn't believe I did. If one of my friends were to get involved with a person in the same situation as my love I would have done the exact same thing. I do not fault them for that at all. At the same time it hurt because I couldn't share the joys with them because they saw it all with jaded eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with this man in Ontario and I left and have moved back home to Vancouver, where I have been for two years. I still think about him ALL THE TIME! How long does it take for a broken heart to heal? Does it ever really heal? I want to be in love again AND I want to be with him again. I know it wouldn't work with him but I come back to the question I asked before. Couldn't I just love him enough that it would all be ok? And I don't think it would be. I don't think love is always enough. And that... breaks my heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-7978011939810451341?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7978011939810451341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-love-really-all-you-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7978011939810451341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7978011939810451341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-love-really-all-you-need.html' title='Is love really all you need?'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-4043798484866213137</id><published>2009-12-01T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:04:36.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>What is the point!!??? ... of being so stressed out?</title><content type='html'>Hello again world- it's Kelsey here advocating for just CHILLING OUT! Why do we do what we do? Why do we stress ourselves out to the MAX for no apparent reason? I know sometimes I think I am being more efficient or effective if I am thinking about what I need to do ALL DAY LONG! And I also believe that I am coming to some sort of conclusion or resolution to my situation or problem if I think about it ALL DAY LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that I do not think this is true anymore! What changed you ask? What revaluation occurred? Where did my AHA moment stem from? From hitting my head against that damned brick wall so many times I have a perpetual headache and cannot see anymore! Einstien did say that the true definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results! Well I give it! I don't know what I am going to do different- but it will be something!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy full moon day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-4043798484866213137?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4043798484866213137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-point-of-being-so-stressed-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/4043798484866213137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/4043798484866213137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-point-of-being-so-stressed-out.html' title='What is the point!!??? ... of being so stressed out?'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-8828451448596345082</id><published>2009-11-30T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:17:53.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>What is love?? Baby don't hurt me... don't hurt me... no more. Check out the music video on You Tube -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xio8wkKzIUs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Haddaway - what is love, original&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- so WHAT IS LOVE? We all seem to want it with many stipulations. I want to love without breaking my heart. We resist having out hearts broken. You know the phrase "Oh she broke my heart" "He's a heart breaker" "They got their heart broken".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we think we want love but do we? We dream what it would be like to have our perfect puzzle piece (I stole that phrase from one of my friends!) However, we are to frightened to actually dive in and make commitment. Don't get me wrong, I am just as terrified as the next person. But why am I so terrified? Why is it that which I want I almost ensure I don't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a serial monogamous person. I do not sleep around. I have not dated in just over a year- and that was only a couple months at most! In the last two and a half years I have had three boyfriends all lasting under 4 months. I was the one, every time to break them off. Does that mean they weren't right for me? Does that mean I wasn't right for them? Does that mean I don't like commitment? Does that mean I wasn't in the right pace to be in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People construct these ideas of who their perfect person will be- and then when they meet they are too terrified to do anything about it! And then there is always the argument "how do you meet people?" Well- I really do not believe it is a science! I met my friends, my past boyfriends, many many other people in my life! Relationships are happening out there, just not to me! I am sure that many people have various stories of how they met. Whether through work, a friend, online, in a coffee shop, in line at the grocery store, or at the gym! I don't know how people meet other people- but I assure you, it does happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of love- if we go in with preconceived notions that we don't want to get hurt or that the other person only wants sex, or that they are too good for us, or that we are too good for them, or they have brown hair and I really like blonds, or their boobs are too big or too small, or their dicks might be too big or too small, or their too hairy, I don't like their clothes, I don't like the way they asked me out they should have done it like this instead... blah blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we are really- and I mean REALLY- limiting our options. I don't know if any of you are Seinfeld lovers like myself- but think about Jerry! If we all are Jerry's what is going to happen to this world?!! Question for you all!!! Are we really feeling the way their hair is styled is a "deal breaker"? Or are we just to damn chicken shit to actually take a gamble that our hearts will be broken. OR WORSE... our hearts WON'T be broken and all our dreams will come true. Or at least one part of the dream I mean a love-relationship really won't make all our dreams come true will it!? Or will it?! I don't know the answer for you but I write this because I have been contemplating these very questions the last little while and needed a place to put them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-8828451448596345082?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8828451448596345082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/8828451448596345082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/8828451448596345082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-6229486621667202162</id><published>2009-11-28T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:13:31.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buy nothing day'/><title type='text'>Buy Nothing Day!</title><content type='html'>Hello all- for those of you who do not know, today is buy nothing day! So many days in the year I buy something and I am assuming this is the same for you. So one day a year is Buy Nothing Day where the western world, as a collective, can bite back against consumerism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot completely fight consumerism, that is not realistic. We live in a world where we need to buy things to survive. It cannot be expected that we can just live in a forest with gnomes and fairies and be happy and healthy. But this day intends, I believe, to bring our awareness to the things that we do buy. Being selective in what we do buy instead of buying for the sake of buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the time of the Christmas season we buy things for people because we feel obligated. We don't always want to but we get something just so we have gotten them something. I am putting out there a challenge. Reflect on what you are buying and why. When did we start buying useless items that we don't even like or need? Probably around the time we wanted to have money- just for the sake of having money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-6229486621667202162?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6229486621667202162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/buy-nothing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/6229486621667202162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/6229486621667202162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/buy-nothing-day.html' title='Buy Nothing Day!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-2989168229602395679</id><published>2009-11-27T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:29:33.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seize the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus chase'/><title type='text'>What a bus chase!</title><content type='html'>So this morning my delightful roommate missed her bus for work. Instead of being upset and starting the day off on an upset foot she and I made an adventure with the present situation!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background- I have a red convertible and I live in Vancouver, and it's the fall and it rains almost every single day! Not the best combination. To top it off... I don't have anywhere to park it except for the street! Needless to say I have a moisture problem in my car in that it is always too moist and I have a moldy roof. So my roommate asked me if I could drive her to catch her bus and I was happy to in my MOLDY CAR! (please note I took my moldy car to a detailing place to get cleaned out and am figuring out a different arrangement to prevent future mold!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get in the car that, again, due to the excess moisture factor is very foggy! I can't see out of my windows so we had to put the windows down in the cold to be able to see and we are trying to get ahead of her bus to meet it at a stop so she can catch it downtown. We take backstreets and are wondering if we should holler out the windows (that are conveniently down) to ask bystanders whether her bus has come by yet. Then we hit a red light heading north. We see her bus is at the same intersection about to turn left and head north. IT'S AT THE SAME INTERSECTION! I tell her to hop out of the car and make a run across the street to try to catch the bus. "Can I do it? I don't know I don't know!!" she claims. &amp;nbsp;"YES YOU CAN" I encourage! "If you don't I'll pick you up though!" I see her standing at the corner waiting for the light to go green to cross. At this point she marches across the street and of course misses the bus! I drive up and pick her up and we make another mad dash for it! At least we know where the bus is now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You didn't run across the street!" I point out the obvious to her!! "I know I was waiting for the white man!" WHAT??! "You don't wait for the white man when you are about to catch a bus! You wave at the bus and wait for the opposite light to turn yellow and then you RUN! All the while waving your hands and making obscene gestures. You don't know how to catch a bus!" "I don't always wait for the white man!! And the bus never sees you waving and then you just look like an idiot!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear- clearly waiting for the white man at the wrong time- a stickler for order and rules and I love her for it! So we now know where the bus is at least! I go around it and am point out that I am much nimbler than the bus and so I can WEAVE in and out of traffic!! It is helpful being in a little car- by this point I was able to see clearly, which was helpful given the weaving in and out of traffic factor! But then we couldn't recall where its stops were. It was an express bus and doesn't stop at every stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could touch the adrenaline in the car! I felt like I was in a mad car chase- like it should have been on that TV show "world's craziest car chase." But instead it should have been called "world's craziest bus chase"!! I think it would be quite a hit! I think knowing that if we didn't catch the bus that I would have driven her to work anyways was helpful to have in our back pockets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well- she made it alright! Everything turned out great and I had an amazing start to my day!! All thanks to a miss of a bus! Turing lemons into lemonade really is just about seizing your opportunities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-2989168229602395679?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2989168229602395679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-bus-chase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2989168229602395679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2989168229602395679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-bus-chase.html' title='What a bus chase!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-7750798960408504667</id><published>2009-11-26T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:13:27.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abraham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jerry and Esther Hicks'/><title type='text'>Jerry and Esther Hicks- Abraham quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't know if any of you are familiar with Jerry and Esther Hicks and their Abraham phenomenon? Check it out online if you don't know what Im referring to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTb6mKAwftA"&gt;Jerry and Esther Hicks- Abraham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yes- it may be considered a bit out there, but what legitimate things aren't a bit funny and odd and interesting?! Isn't that what makes this life so diverse! Anyways, I was emailed a quote today- from my loving mum!- to help me out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As you look for a better-feeling way to approach whatever you are giving your attention to; as you continue to ask yourself, from your ever-changing vantage point, "What is it that I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;want?" eventually you will be standing in a very pleasing place—for you cannot continually ask yourself what it is that you&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;want without your point of attraction beginning to pivot in that direction. . . . The process will be gradual, but your continued application of the process will yield wonderful results in only a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;--- Abraham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And what person knows you better than my mum? I don't want to admit it and I push it away and resist it LIKE HELL! But in the end, she really knows me so well and can help guide me if I let her. That is my truth (whether unfortunate or not!!!) Just kidding- I am truly so lucky to have the people in my life that I do. At times I try to assert that I AM THIS PERSON- and WHY do you think I am someone else. You know what happens 95% of the time?! I am asserting myself to me! Those close to me already know who I am and I assert myself to me- God knows why! Because I feel challenged, maybe because I am posturing! The possibilities are endless! But really- in the end I know I have the stability and freedom to go on my tangents of life because I come back and am loved just the same, if not more for admitting I am human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-7750798960408504667?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7750798960408504667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/jerry-and-esther-hicks-abraham-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7750798960408504667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7750798960408504667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/jerry-and-esther-hicks-abraham-quote.html' title='Jerry and Esther Hicks- Abraham quote'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-7827559634003400836</id><published>2009-11-25T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:53:02.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do i do?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure from the world'/><title type='text'>Dear WORLD!</title><content type='html'>Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people say that we create our own reality and that we are 100% responsible for how things go. I know also that people say we create struggle and that is not really what was intended for this world and that it is not necessary. Do those things not seem completely polar opposite views? Is that just me that sees that? I feel like I am trying to turn around the bloody Titanic, in a ferocious wind storm and I'm blind! Now that is a feat! Maybe I don't need to turn it around though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... maybe a redirection of where I am heading will suffice! OH I LIKE THAT! If I can drown out the noise around me, then I think I will know where to go. That's a feat in and of itself now isn't it! Sometimes I don't even know what is my thought and what is the world around me's thought. And that I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does my heart crave? Love, joy, truth! I desire to write, travel, sing, dance and photograph. If I were to truly do those things, though, COULD I MAKE A LIVING?! Isn't that the question everyday? How are you going to make a living? What are you going to do? Where are you going? You need to grow up and stop doing nothing! You need to figure out what you want to do and do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK OK OK OK OK!!! I get it, and believe me I want that too! I need to just shhhhhh for a little while! I need the world to STOP spinning and for me to STOP spinning and to just rest, and live, and realize what it is that I want. Because I don't know what I want to do right now! Do I stay in Vancouver? Do I leave? Where do I go? Do I work here where I am unhappy? Do I school? Do I work and school? Well- &amp;nbsp;one thing I know- no school at least! That I am FIRM ON! The other stuff I really do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what I want and the rest will follow huh! I will do that! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-7827559634003400836?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7827559634003400836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7827559634003400836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/7827559634003400836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-world.html' title='Dear WORLD!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-908072020273504870</id><published>2009-11-24T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:42:26.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>I had a dream last night!</title><content type='html'>I love dreaming! I dream very vividly and in colour. I love interpreting my dreams, other peoples dreams and attempting to understand what my true self wants me to know! I love that dreams appear to us as chaos but they really aren't and there is a lot of meaning in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... I had a dream last night that I had twins. Now, usually when one dreams of having a baby it means that they are experience the birth of a new idea. That seems to be pretty true to where I am right now in my life! The interesting thing for me was that I birthed twins but they were only kind of twins! As in- the baby boy had been in my belly longer than the baby girl. I can even remember joking with the doctor about how they were "kind of twins" because they were in my belly for a little time together. Nevertheless, I birthed a boy and a girl. I birthed them standing! Which the doctors were all laughing at me for and saying "no, you can't do that!" And in real life my Gran was an OBGYN nurse- in my dream she helped me birth these babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy came out first and I remember it not hurting very much at all but expecting it to hurt because, well, I was birthing babies and that is supposed to hurt!! Once they were out I didn't want to hold them right away because they were covered in crusted blood. I remember looking at them and asking my Gran to wipe them down. But in an instant I held them to my heart. It was as though they were asking me to! It was really quite beautiful and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something weird happened next- the girl was suddenly, like 2 years old and walking and talking! Everyone couldn't believe it because she was only a few months old but acting like a 2 year old! I loved it and thought this kid was a blast! The baby boy, on the other hand, kept on disappearing. It was very odd because we were at a water slide park and he wasn't there. We went up Whistler mountain on the gondola and he wasn't there. I didn't feel very concerned ever, though- which is a bit upsetting if you think about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone I know through work, had my baby boy. They told me he was in the hospital with prostate cancer. I remember thinking - oh, that can't be my boy, he's just little! It turned out it was my son but then I knew that everyone was confused to believe that he had prostate cancer when he didn't. But it wasn't like I was in denial of his condition I knew it wasn't the case! Well, trying to convince these people, first of all that he was my son was a challenge and a half! And secondly to convince them that he DIDN'T have prostate cancer when he was already in the hospital was extremely hard! But I continued to try telling them he WAS my son and I knew this because I gave birth to him! I told them he had a baby sister that I have been with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I don't remember much after that, except going to McDonald's to meet someone and not wanting anything from there!!! Interesting eh! What do you guys think it means? I think it's about staying true to what is true for me. Like, with the birthing of the baby, trying to convince the people that he was my son and that he didn't have cancer were all true but people didn't believe me! And I was never concerned about where my son was, something people are sick over in the real world, because I knew we would be together again. That seems to follow the theme I mentioned above- that doing what people expect for the sake of it didn't seem to work for me. Again, this was true for not feeling pain during birth but expecting to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dreams- they are so interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-908072020273504870?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/908072020273504870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-dream-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/908072020273504870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/908072020273504870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title='I had a dream last night!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-2015511753199626616</id><published>2009-11-23T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:53:35.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oroonoko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labels'/><title type='text'>Who are you and what defines who you are?</title><content type='html'>I am presently in school at le UBC! It's a great school- very beautiful campus and lots of alive-ness! I am sitting here and writing my essay for an english class. We had to read a book call OROONOKO and write an essay analyzing it regarding human nature. It's interesting b/c the book is about African people being enslaved by the europeans and how that all goes- let me just say it isn't well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing about human nature! The book has African people, which i think represent people before humanness kicks in because they are pure and beautiful and innocent. Then the developed europeans, representing humanness, come in a steal these people- buy their innocence and make them change their names. Well how would you feel if that were to happen to you. Someone put a price on your identity?! Made you change your name and bought your innocence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love this book b/c that is EXACTLY WHAT I SEE EVERYWHERE!!! It sucks that my essay is a literature essay and NOT a philosophical essay b/c I would sure put in my own opinion more than I have!! But really- look at this western world. If you wear all star shoes who are you? Kind of grunge. If you wear a popped collar who are you? A prep. If you have a coach bag you are you? An elite. If you wear sweats who are you? A bum! If you wear lulloolemons who are you? A yoga fan or just a fashion zombie! If you wear track pants- you are outdoorsy and athletic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMES ARE LOST IN TRANSLATION! You are no longer jenny who likes yoga you are a yoga fan. You are no longer tommy who likes to skateboard you are a skater. This happens to us everyday and why do we accept it? Why do these seemingly insignificant things define us? Why is someone who has schizophrenia suddenly a schizophrenic? Not to take away from the pain of struggling through that or supporting someone who struggles through that. And not to say that schizophrenia is "seemingly insignificant" because it is NOT. That is not my intention. My intention is pose a question: where between being diagnosed does that person become their illness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly at what point does doing ballet define me as a ballerina? It's a fuzzy line and I don't know where it is- Im not pretending to know! Now, as my BEST FRIEND pointed out to me a while ago- humans need to categorize things so that they make sense to us. We need to say, oh yes this is like all the other things in column A so it belongs in column A. i.e. fruits and vegetables. But when did cucumbers and tomatoes become forgotten fruits?? I don't even know what I really mean by that other than there are always exceptions to the rules- there are always those who don't fit- there are always definitions and labels that don't make the cut. So why not just call it a tomato or a cucumber?! Because in calling them fruits or vegetables we may not quite grasp what one is trying to convey. And if the message being conveyed is getting confused regarding bloody FRUITS AND VEGETABLES- man that gets messy when we add in complications like HUMAN BEINGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how I got here, but it's my blog so that's ok with me! I got where I got talking about slavery and the purchasing of peoples identities and landed on tomatoes!! WOW!!! Im gifted!!!! By the way I love when you are little and you mum is like "hunny, can you help me make a salad- I would like all the vegetables for it" and you're like 8 or 9 and cocky because you go up to your mum with the tomato in your hand. Your hand is on your hip and you have your head tilted. In one hand is the tomato throwing it up in the air and catching it with the hand not on your hip and you're like "hey ma- did you know that, like, this isn't a vegetable!!" And you don't even wait for a reaction b/c you know you beat her!!! Or maybe I'm just talking about me now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- ponder that one for a while please! Does what you do define who you are? Or is it not what you do by who you are? Or is it not who you are or what you do but how you do what you do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-2015511753199626616?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2015511753199626616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-are-you-and-what-defines-who-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2015511753199626616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2015511753199626616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-are-you-and-what-defines-who-you.html' title='Who are you and what defines who you are?'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-3234107042992815882</id><published>2009-11-22T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:52:28.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Savage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex column'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savage Love'/><title type='text'>Dan Savage</title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- do you all know who Dan Savage is? If you do- he's pretty rad eh! If not...WHAAT?! He writes a sex column called Savage Love- see the link. He's pretty BAD ASS and I think you would all benefit from finding out who he is. Really I am doing you a favour!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://podcasts.thestranger.com/savagelove/"&gt;Dan Savage and Savage Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to that last night at the UBC campus, Chan Centre, for those of you who might know what I am referring to. His whole "Dan Savage" thing is based around a Q&amp;amp;A. A bunch of people submitted questions and he went through almost all of them with responses! His style of response is that of a friend. He can be quite brutally honest and poke fun of people who write in. He said that he does this because he wants to be casual and respond as a friend does- in a brutally honest yet loving way. Dan even said last night- what would your friends tell you if you came to them with a question about sex? He said the FIRST thing they do- is make fun of you!!! Well- at least true friends do! And why is that??!! Because it's funny! And they care about you so they are mocking you in a hug! (those are my words by the way, not his!- but that was pretty much the gist of his approach. Brutal honesty, humour, and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is making the world a better place! That is what my roommate/best friend and I think! I mean think about it- people have these unusual fetishes, or not-the-norm things they like, or don't understand, or questions they want to ask but feel really dumb to ask anyone they know! And how does Dear Dan respond to these millions of people? Absolutely 100% judgement free, he uses humour and basically wants to be your friend!!! LIKE WOW! And millions of people read his column because of this brutally honest yet caring approach with no bull shit. He holds you in a big hug while he kicks your butt! That is a pretty tricky art to learn, and to perfect with such grace and he has. And he is humble- oh my! He loves his job and he feels like it's not really a job! Isn't that the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha- interesting how I am back to this job thing! Dan even said last night- well, this sure beats work! That's what I want to create in my life! Can you imagine a world full of people who found their niche, followed their heart and didn't care who didn't support them b/c they did what they wanted to do. If people everywhere followed their passions- we would be happier doing what we want and we would probably feel more committed to it too! Not only that but we do all have a special gift and if we were to harness that the possibilities are endless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to summarize- Dan Savage is a really cool guy! Check out his podcasts or check him out in the Georgia Straight in Vancouver (a local newspaper). He rocks! Secondly, follow your passion, follow your heart and don't let other people tell you can't or shouldn't! SCREW IT MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-3234107042992815882?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3234107042992815882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/dan-savage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/3234107042992815882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/3234107042992815882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/dan-savage.html' title='Dan Savage'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-2247725276034927327</id><published>2009-11-21T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:57:29.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goal'/><title type='text'>My goal of happiness</title><content type='html'>To reflect on my post from yesterday about the jobs and careers- I draw on an experience I had last night! I thought is was "ironic, don't you think... a little too ironic- yeah I really do think!" That was to draw on the lyrics from my co-Canadian singer Alanis Morrisette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v9yUVgrmPY"&gt;Alanis Morrisette - Ironic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok- so back to my story! I met my BEST FRIEND last night to meet up with two of her co-workers downtown for some dinner. She and I were going to the hockey game after, which I must say was awesome! (Canucks vs Colorado Avalanche and we kicked butt 5-2!) Soo my friend, for background, is just getting started as a financial advisor and is in training with these two guys. I meet one who I would like to focus on in particular who I will call Man A. I met Man A and he politely asked how I know my BEST FRIEND! and I tell him we are roommates. He then, without missing a beat, asked me what I do! It wasn't intrusive he said something like "if you don't mind me asking, can I ask what you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first of all- I could NOT believe that given I had written that post in the morning this is exactly what happened! I was dumbfounded to say the very least! Please know that Man A was delightful! At dinner I very much enjoyed him, he is a hard worker dedicated to his training and apparently quite spiritual, which is always super cool with me! But again- I was a little awestruck at this question exactly as we all knows is asked daily. So I told him I work in a very different field! I work with troubled youth- who may I say teach me more about life everyday than I could ever learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking to the restaurant and I am chatting with Man A and asked him what got him into this line of work. Why did he want to become a financial advisor? You know the thing that weirded me out? I wanted to ask him what he did before!! It was like a relfex. Oh- so you are doing this now, but what did you do before because you are just starting this!!!! I am a hypocrite! However, I am grateful that I "blogged" my thoughts about all this to the world yesterday afternoon b/c I did not ask him my reflex answer. Instead I asked him why he wanted to become a financial advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer was really cool at first! He said, "well I wanted to do something where I could follow my dreams. I wanted to do something that could take me where I want to go." I was like WOW! That's really cool! And so what are your dreams that you want to follow? And then my belly sunk a bit because he said- "well money! Isn't that everyone's dream?!" BAHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my reflection on yesterday I suppose! I find so many people have the goal of money and try to hopefully find happiness along the way. I dream of my goal as happiness and then whatever happens along the way happens! Call me crazy because I am okay with that! Sometimes I just feel like I don't fit! Maybe that is what makes me fit- that I don't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-2247725276034927327?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2247725276034927327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-goal-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2247725276034927327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/2247725276034927327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-goal-of-happiness.html' title='My goal of happiness'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-5644494518487457650</id><published>2009-11-20T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:57:11.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>It's a new day- it's a new dawn!</title><content type='html'>Hello all- happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are good right? They are the nice closer to a week and the beginning of the weekend. Often people prefer the weekend because they get to play and don't have to work. Or it is the closure of the school week. and again, people get to play! I love to play because I feel so free! It seems unfortunate that so many people live to work and don't work to live. I have recently discovered secret option b) work to live. By that I mean work is a means of making money, challenging oneself, and attempt to make a difference, pay it forward or what-have-you. Work does not define an individual! Life does not equal work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, to me, that when you meet someone you politely say, oh yes how nice to meet you (insert name!) How's your day going! What do you do? It's like the first or second question you are asked or ask another. And why is that? It could very possibly be because you don't know this person and want to get to know them. You have nothing else to say. You say it because that is a place to start conversation. Whatever the reasons are this job has a lot of weight in society and defining who we are. If I work as an accountant- there is a stigma. If I work as a cashier- there is a stigma. If I work as a doctor- there is a stigma! What is that all about?! Is it because the job defines a wage which defines a status? Is it because we are able to categorize who this person is in our mind and better understand them? Is it because we usually find strength in numbers and want to surround ourselves with similar people on a similar wavelength? I pose this question because I do not know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend hours and weeks and months at a job that we may or may not like, that defines us and why? There are clearly responsibilities we have and we must follow through on those. I understand that but I do not understand why we live to work. I may be wrong and PLEASE correct me if I am! But work is everywhere. If it isn't a job, or school is working on the house or in the garden or in a relationship. Everything bloody well takes work and a lot of it! What happened to "follow your heart" "follow your dreams" "smell the roses"??? No one has time to even know what their heart wants, what their dreams are or to smell the roses. Everything is instantaneous and bigger-better-more-faster-now-for less. I do not have a solution of am even going to pretend I have an idea of where to go. All I think is that we are caught in this BIG MESS! Now- I believe that what I see outside of me is what is going on inside of me. So I suppose that means I am living in a big mess I created! How do I get out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the dawn of a new day- that's how!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-5644494518487457650?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5644494518487457650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-new-day-its-new-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5644494518487457650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/5644494518487457650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-new-day-its-new-dawn.html' title='It&apos;s a new day- it&apos;s a new dawn!'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-8421926651706434797</id><published>2009-11-19T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:55:46.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everbody&apos;s free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video of the month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wear Sunscreen'/><title type='text'>Video of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ"&gt;Wear Sunscreen-Everybody's Free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I sure hope you all know about this video-if you don't watch it and if you do, watch it anyways. It's pretty BAD ASS!! I heard this for the first time in grade 9. It was on the radio and I fell in love with it immediately! If you didn't fall in love with it immediately then you didn't really let it sink in. So listen to it again! I have listened to it so many times I have it completely memorized and will randomly quote it when there are not really other words that a phrase from it to capture how I am truly feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really- so much is covered in this video, song... whatever! I think my favorite one is when he says "worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum." AKA it does nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-8421926651706434797?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8421926651706434797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/video-of-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/8421926651706434797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/8421926651706434797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/video-of-month.html' title='Video of the month'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916389628713208416.post-479634493438995013</id><published>2009-11-19T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:09:55.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kung Fu Panda'/><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Hello world! To all those who may or may not be reading this post! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spoken about writing a blog for many months now but have been oh-so-very hesitant. Not for a lack of things to talk about (I can definitely chat an ear or two off!) but because does what I have to say really constitute a blog? Well world- I do not know! All I know is in Kung Fu Panda there is a revaluation that "there is no secret ingredient in the secret ingredient soup!" With no requirement for a secret ingredient- I suppose I suffice! I suppose I am adequately equipped to write a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so my friends, this is where my journey of my blog begins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me won't you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916389628713208416-479634493438995013?l=blissthatisthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/feeds/479634493438995013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/479634493438995013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916389628713208416/posts/default/479634493438995013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissthatisthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>KGrimm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341239201032530541</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OiOYdqV8_Ko/SwXKAUtaXlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GGn9AdVc2NE/S220/P8270704.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
