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                <title>Insomnia</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:02:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=637586012&ref=name">Facebook</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://eyesonstarshine.deviantart.com/gallery/">Gallery</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://twiggyphoto.darkfolio.com/">dA Portfolio</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/deviants/add/eyesonstarshine">Watch Me</a>  l  <a class="u" href="http://my.deviantart.com/notes/?to%3DBloodPromiser">Note Me</a><br /><br />My mind won't stop<br />spinning spinning<br />Never ending ideas<br />tumbling tumbling<br />Red rimmed eyes<br />blinking blinking<br />Insomnia creeps<br />dreading dreading<br />Daylight peeks in<br />yawning yawning<br /><br />CSS made by =<a class="u" href="http://bloodpromiser.deviantart.com/">BloodPromiser</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Headache</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 09:36:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ever had a headache that stuck around for days? <br /><br />It sucks.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Summer Recap</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 03:58:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My life = Busy<br /><br />I could go on and on about the crazy schedule we have as a family this year ... that would be boring.<br /><br />Instead let me tell you that the trip to Mexico was amazing. Driving to destinations, prior to this occasion, unfamiliar was an enlightening experience. Weathering out an incredible storm with raging winds was one of the highlights. The tent was actually torn apart by the gusts produced by the 'New Zealander' that charged in off the Pacific. The surfers were very pleased with the resulting surf conditions. Our SUV almost got stuck on a salt flat. Quickly the tide had come in and the tidal road had been swamped.  What an adventure that was! Thanks to prior conversations with my brother, I remembered how I should maneuver the vehicle to avoid sinking into the salty brine. An 'emo' cow tried to commit suicide on the highway by jumping in front of my car unexpectedly. Just our luck, no one else was on the road. Swerving to miss the depressed beast, we are pretty sure he gave us the finger (hoof) for not running him over. I wonder how many times he had to attempt this game of chicken before he was roadkill? (pause to sigh and remember the sun and warmth)<br /><br />Now being home we have all had to get back into the swing of schedules. For the first time ever I am using a daytimer to keep track of everyone in the house. A great descriptive for me would be 'Soccer Mom' or maybe 'bus driver'. It is truly crazy.<br /><br />My grandmother had to go into the hospital and have her heart shocked. The result was an even heart rhythm and her blood pressure falling. Now she doesn't feel lightheaded all the time. Helps to get blood to the brain you know?!?<br /><br />Off to pretend to sleep. I am on another insomnia cycle. Maybe I will actually post some more of my photos. Who knows... <br /><br />adios<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Cabo San Lucas</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 03:00:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Friday I leave for 2 months. The daring side of me is once again driving from Seattle to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Overall the goal is to slow way down, catch my breath, and take lots of photos. The point is to remind myself that there is time in every day for the things that I am most passionate about. However, if I can just make it home safe and sane then blessed I will be.<br /><br />Baja Penninsula ... ready or not here I come.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>New House</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 10:12:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ We are all moved in and now starts the unpacking. I miss working on my photography and writing. It has been a month since I touched any of my projects. Some very exciting news though ... there is a HUGE space for my project tables and I will actually have room to unpack all my crafting and art supplies. This will mean greater opportunities to delve into 3 dimensional art forms as well as making things to decorate my new home. I can't wait.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Moving</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 09:46:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today we start the process of moving to a new home. I haven't had to do this in 12 years. Packing sucks.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 23:25:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>Absurd Thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 01:57:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I used to sit around for hours trying to figure out how they made cheesy poofs. My fun has been ruined by T.V. shows that "explain away" the mysteries of life. Tonight my life was forever altered as I watched a machine pressing metal into the shapes that hold drumheads together. Will I ever look at a drum the same again? Will I be able to just listen and not think, hey that little do-hicky is what is holding it all together? I don't know ... just an absurd thought.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A Threat To Use Or Lose</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 18:46:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This summer I was told with complete conviction: USE YOUR DA OR YOU WON'T RECIEVE A SUBSCRIPTION. Well, I do have tons of work to put up. I have been on a long trip and have tons of photography to mess with digitally. I also have a bunch of writing samples I would love to have input on. Over the next few weeks I hope to get quite a bit done on these projects so they can be shared with you. Nothing like a good threat to kick ya in the pants and get you working on things you've put on the back burner.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Intersting Company</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 05:38:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My friend Phil* just came to visit for a few days. This is the first time I have seen him since he went into rehab in '07. It was wonderful to see him clean, sober, and looking healthy. We spent the time together talking of everything under the sun as I showed him around the Pacific Northwest. One of the evenings we found an art gallery/lounge that had just opened. It was a great little place with leather couches and this awesome barkeep named Seth. He was wearing a tee-shirt he had hand stitched with a funky abstract face. My friend Pri joined us for the evening. I was a little unsure about going into a place that served alcohol with Phil. I did not know how it would affect him. Well everything was just fine. We did non-alcoholic drinks and water. No one made a fuss. It was very comfortable. The hi-lite of the visit was this great store called Archie McPhees:<br /><br />They have the silliest, stupidest, grossest, most useless stuff imaginable!! IT IS RAD!<br />I purchased a Royal Mail official uniform shirt, 3 funky rubber monster finger puppets, a couple new pez for my collection. My friend Phil purchased 2 Madlibs, and some insane 1930ish postcards that were made from the covers of "adult" novels. They were hysterical. I believe they have a webpage if you want to know more about them. <br /><br />To Phil I send best wishes for continued sobriety in his life. I can not wait to see him again. Next time I think we are going to MEXICO!  Much better than the rain here...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Amazingly Mine</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 00:34:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *SIGHS* <br />
<br />
I can not wait for him to return. <br />
Exploring my favorite places with him was amazing. <br />
Seeing my city thru his eyes. <br />
Unbelievable. <br />
Everytime I sit down to write about the experience <br />
my head just goes in circles and my stomach does flips. <br />
I feel like an elementary school girl that has discovered <br />
boys don't have cooties. <br />
My heart is always flitting about. <br />
My mind can not focus except on him. <br />
I love the way he kisses, <br />
the way he touches me, <br />
the way his skin smells.<br />
<br />
I love him and everything about him<br />
<br />
I miss you Silver ... come home soon.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Everyone Else First</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:50:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know that moment when someone comes to you and says:<br />
"Heeey, buddy, pal, best friends of mine..." in a alternative voice you have never heard before?<br />
<br />
You just know they are about to ask you for a favor,<br />
A favor you won't want to accept,<br />
A favor you know will consume all your time,<br />
Or worse yet, your money. <br />
You will say "YES" because they are your friend.<br />
Or so you think.<br />
<br />
Example:<br />
<br />
I have a friend named Phil*. Phil is a charitable guy. He is generous with everything he owns. He will bend over backwards to assist his friends and strangers alike; no matter their needs.  People ask, he gives. Phil is a true philanthropist. The trouble with that? Nothing, until a leech appears, and they always do. These parasites have drained Phil of everything he had including his vital principle, his life force. In other words, these greedy jerks have almost killed Phil. These parasites make me ill. <br />
<br />
Learning to say no when your character is generous in nature can be very difficult. Denying your assistance to someone can leave you feeling guilty and unfulfilled. Well the hell with that!<br />
<br />
I say, what are you gonna do for me in return? Go do it and come back, then I might do the favor you ask of me.  I am not going to become Phil! I refuse. <br />
<br />
As to Phil, he is currently in rehab recovering from Meth addiction. Those damn leeches aer the ones that brought this devil of a drug into his life. They knew that if he was high they could get more from him. A sad, sad situation. BUT, like I said Phil is now in rehab. He is selling his home. Everything attached to his past life style is being sold, donated, or trashed. He has help to fight a lawsuit being brought up against him (one of the leeches stole his rental car).  Another lawsuit concerns a guy he only saw once. The man was supposedly helping instead he stole Phil's identity. See how bad it can get when you think you are helping others out??<br />
<br />
Well, I am done ranting about this for the moment. Don't you dare ask me for a damn thing!<br />
<br />
*name changed for privacy<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I broke up with my computer</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 02:08:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I know, I am hardly ever here anymore. You're right, I have not uploaded anything in ages. Yes, I have a good reason. No, I swear I paid my internet bill. <br />
<br />
That is a recent conversation I had with a long time internet friend of mine. Everything is all very simple. That is what I told her. I got sick of technology. She was a bit miffed and asked if that included the telephone. My answer was YES. I currently hate my cell phone.<br />
<br />
Technology has been ruling my life for the last 10 years. At one point, I would have even considered myself addicted to the internet. Don't get me wrong there are some really great things about technology. Technology has helped to shrink the space between us. Technology has also allowed for the exchange of ideas on a grand scale. The thing is, I am from a time when it could'nt even be imagined that we would be having intense relationships with people we had never met face to face. My brain went absolutly crazy with the constant humming of my processor and ringing of my cell.  I had had enough. <br />
<br />
I broke up with my computer. I threw my cell phone in a drawer. I even forgot to tell all those online friends of mine that I was leaving for awhile. Honestly, I really didn't care. To some of you this may sound selfish ... and it was. Boy did it feel good. To have an evening that didn't include the tapping of keys or the sudden appearance and headache of the "blue screen of death" was sublime. It was empowering to know that people were leaving me text messages and I didn't care to read them. The whole thing turned out to be one of the best things I have ever done for myself. <br />
<br />
Why am I back, you ask? Well, I started to feel bad about ditching those online friends of mine. Selfishness is not one of my normal virtues and it began to make me fidgety .... alright I'll quit with the BS ... Honestly?? I got bored. I came back because I got bored. Sitting at home nothing to do ... so now what??<br />
<br />
I broke up with my TV<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The Season ...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 05:43:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The season of chaos,<br />
Of massive materialism.<br />
Is there a  true purpose<br />
Other than self indulgence?<br />
A holiday upheld for centuries,<br />
When taken away, the public<br />
Placed a King back on the throne.<br />
Don't you DARE to take away<br />
Our celebration of greed!<br />
Idealism, puritan pilgrams<br />
Decided they would leave this<br />
Foolishness behind them. <br />
Over 60 years of no celebration.<br />
The public had enough and they<br />
Demanded a calendar be made,<br />
One with HOLIDAYS!<br />
We the people raised our voices,<br />
DON'T FORGET CHRISTMAS!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Friends</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 17:56:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Don't ever take your friends for granted.<br /><br />Well my friend Rowdy I spoke of is safe and sound. His home is gone. It was completely wiped off the planet. He is still missing a few of his close friends and they do not think they will ever find them. Rowdy's outlook on the whole thing is pretty spectacular considering the circumstances. He told me that although he lost his home, he still owned the land that is now under the water. To him that meant he owned the whole ocean. I do not think I will ever understand the great resolve of the southern spirit. It is something we can all learn from. <br />
<br />
I miss my own love very much. We have not been able to spend much time together. His life has been going through alot of changes and that has made it tough to do things together. Hopefully we will get more time in the near future. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Im home</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 15:48:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ but i dont feel much like talking about it<br /><br /><br /><br />My thoughts and prayers are with all those directly involved with this disaster. ]]></description>
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                <title>My Friend Is Missing</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 15:47:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Where are you Rowdy!?!?!<br /><br />I am so worried about my friend. He has a home near Barataria Bay. That is where Hurricane Katrina came onland. The center of the eye literally would have passed over his head. I do not have full confidence that he would have evacuated. See they are shrimp fisherman there and care more about their boats then their homes. If they went out on the boats there is a chance they road in on the swell and are in the swamps. There is also a possibility that they went into the swamp and got far enough away from the surge that they were not effected too badly. I wait and pray it is all I can do. <br />
<br />
I can not believe that when I went to Baja California Sur, Mexico we were all so excited we had a hurricane headed our way (it turned toward the pacific 300 miles away). See, it increases the swell and makes for fantastic surfing. The devistation on the Gulf Coast has sobered me. I do not think I will ever be excited about a hurricane again.<br />
<br />
I suggested to another friend that they call Red Cross and have the mobile unit come to their work for a blood drive. If you are interested in helping out with the blood needs either go to this website <strong><u><a href="https://www.givelife.org">RED CROSS BLOOD DONATION</a></u></strong> or call 1-800-GIVELIFE<br /><br />My thoughts and prayers are with all those directly involved with this disaster. ]]></description>
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                <title>Vacation goes ON and ON</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 18:51:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow, I have been gone forever! Did I get abducted?!<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/abduction.gif" width="20" height="25" alt=":abduction:" title="I'm being abducted!" /><br /><br />On Vacation FOREVER!!!!<br />
<br />
Most people wouldn't complain, but my computer is down. Therefore, keeping in touch with friends and loved ones has been tough. I miss everyone very much. <br />
<br />
I have another week here in California and then I am off to Cabo San Lucas for 2 weeks of surfing. I am looking forward to that. I have not done any surfing since my sister passed away last year. I miss her. I miss the ocean. I know it is the one place in the world I can go to commune with her spirit. Okay that sounded corny, but it is true. I am at total peace when I am out on my board. It allows for my mind to be free and open. I get my best writing ideas while I am surfing. <br />
<br />
Hey, silver ... I miss you to death. Wish you were coming with. I would love to show you Cabo and teach you to surf. <br />
 <br />
Well, mom's calling me for dinner. Talk toyou all again soon.<br />
Huggggggggggs<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Life is going too fast! Hang on or get thrown for</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 17:45:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow, I have been gone forever! Did I  get abducted?!<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/abduction.gif" width="20" height="25" alt=":abduction:" title="I'm being abducted!" /><br /><br />I didn't mean to be away from <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/devartlogo.gif" width="32" height="17" alt=":devart:" title="deviantART" /> for so  long. It just kind of happened. I swear  it must have been the <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/u/ufo.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":ufo:" title="UFO" />. I suppose it is  healthy that I have been out and about  in the "real world".  I turned on my<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/painter.gif" width="34" height="29" alt=":painter:" title="Painter" />  program last night and almost didn't  recognize it. Now that is scary. Summer<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sun.gif" width="30" height="30" alt=":sun:" title="Sun" /> is on it's way and then I will not be  online much again. My entire family,  from grandma to grandkids and everyone  in between, is off to Disneyland for  the huge 50th Birthday Bash<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/party.gif" width="50" height="20" alt=":party:" title="Party" />. The only  person not going is my baby sister. She  is off to Japan<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sumo.gif" width="90" height="20" alt=":sumo:" title="Sumo wrestlers" />(lucky lil brat).<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pointr.gif" width="11" height="10" alt=":pointr:" title="Point Right" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/jedi.gif" width="50" height="20" alt=":jedi:" title="Use the force!" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/p/pointl.gif" width="11" height="10" alt=":pointl:" title="Point Left" /> <br />
COMING SOON TO A THEATER NEAR YOU ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2005 23:01:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ BLAH<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lonely.gif" alt="Lonely" title="Lonely" /> Blah<br /><br />-sighs-<br /><br />BLAH ]]></description>
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                <title>Time</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2005 02:23:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Forever Hopeful<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/fingerscrossed.gif" alt="Hopeful" title="Hopeful" /> Forever Hopeful<br /><br />Racing around the yard their mouths  wide open, heads tipped back. Fierce  bursts of laughter heard now and again  as someone has tripped and falls face  first into a drift. The game in  question? Catching snowflakes on your  tongue, of course!<br /><br />Oh to be young again and not feel the  cold. ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Goodbye Zoe</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 21:04:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I miss her...<br /><br />Wind blows cold and harsh<br />
Snow threatens to fall<br />
The sun sets <br />
And the world still goes around<br />
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My life felt like it stopped<br />
Tears falling again<br />
Sitting alone<br />
And the world still goes around<br /><br />Be well Zoe ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2004 22:05:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Suprises Rock<br /><br /><strong>Mood</strong>: <img style="vertical-align: middle" src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/j/jawdrop.gif" alt="Surprised / Shocked" title="Surprised / Shocked" /> WOW....YAY<br /><br />Well, I came online and found an  awesome suprise. I got my Christmas  present early. Now I guess I better  start getting my act together and put  more of my art up. <br />
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Thank you sooooo much Silver!!!! I love  you!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Halloween Clones</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2004 01:19:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What is it with Halloween these days?  What ever happened to the second-hand  store homemade costume? Are kids  running around holllaring "Mom, Mom ...  I wanna look just like everyother kid  in the neighborhood, so take me to  Wal-Mart to get my costume."?  This  year polls say that the number one  selling costume is Spiderman. Running a  close second would be the Scream Mask.  How many years are they gonna continue  with the Screm Mask, are there no other  scary creatures out there to become?  Have we lost our creativity? Are we  really that lazy? Or is it that making  up your own costume just  might offend  someone? Hobo, Prisoner, or Hooker ...  all perfectly acceptable costumes in  the past, now if a child comes up with  any of these as a choice parents are  appalled and worried what the Jones and  Smiths will think. All this  "Politically Correct" crap is crazy.  Maybe kids should rebel and refuse to  wear the mass produced, guaranteed not  to offend, clone like costumes. Maybe,  just maybe, if they did Halloween would  be more fun. Sure would like to open my  front door to a group of kids that  doesnt look exactly like the last 10  groups that went before them. EARN YOUR  TREATS!!!!!! Although judging costume  contest would become ardious for adults  if they had more then 3 or 4 costumes  to decide between. Oh, the agony!  Pfftt.... ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Hurricane Jeanne</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2004 12:13:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I have just returned from  Orlando, Florida. While there I had the  opportunity to meet Hurricane Jeanne  face to face. It wasn't planned that  way at all. This trip has been set up  for over 9 months. It just happened  that we arrived on Saturday morning and  Jeanne started blowing in by that  evening. By Sunday it was crazy. It was  when the wind switched direction that I  really got worried. The sound was  something I will never forget and I do  not think that I can describe  adequately. The power of the wind was  nothing compared to what the coastline  had felt before Jeanne came inland. Yet  sustained winds of 80-90 with gust  higher deserve respect in every way.  After the curfew was lifted we went out  to see about getting more groceries.  All up and down the main roadway the  hotel and restraunt sign posts were  damaged and twisted. Some roof damage  and trees down all over the place also  added to the visible destruction. On  the television we watched the damage in  other communities and I feel so badly  for these families that have suffered  through 3 hurricanes. My own cousin and  his family live in Pensecola and lost  everything in Hurricane Ivan. I am very  glad to live on the West Coast. I do  not think that I could deal with storms  like that all the time. But then again,  we arrived home to a volcano erupting  *shrugs shoulders* oh well. ]]></description>
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                <title>Visitors</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2004 23:00:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Today friends arrived from South  Dakota. I showed them around Seattle in  the rain. They kept wondering how come  no one was using umbrellas. It really  made me laugh. The only people that use  umbrellas in this city are tourists and  transplants. Transplants are people who  have moved here from another location,  like California or Texas for example.  When my friends asked why we don't use  umbrellas I answered, "Seattelites are  born with webbed feet and are  waterproof." LOL. They still felt we  were nuts not using them.<br />
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We ate lunch at a great pasta bar. The  food was outstanding and the owner was  really nice. We visited the original  Starbucks location and the Fish  Throwers in Pike Place Market (a couple  local must-sees). We did a quick drive  through town while I pointed out  differnt sites. All in all it was a  good time. ]]></description>
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                <title>Fighting A Losing Battle</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2004 06:16:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This week has been very difficult for  me. I suffer from a nasty Immune  Deficiancy Disorder called  Fibromyalgia. <br />
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The best way to describe it: <br />
Imagine you have the worst flu ever.  Your skin hurts to be touched,even by  your clothing. Your muscles ache  deeply. Your body can not control  simple things like body temperature  because of the stress the pain has  placed on your system. The worst is not  knowing when the pain will lessen, when  the flare up will desist.<br />
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That is what I deal with daily. When it  is at the worst I feel like I am  fighting a losing battle. I can hardly  even get up out of bed. Holding on to a  cup or spoon is almost impossible due  to the pain. Even on heavy pain meds  (that I can not stand using) I still  feel some pain. <br />
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Fighting a losing battle...<br />
<br />
NO, I can not allow my mind to think  that way. The pain takes over if i do.  Closing my eyes and concentrating on  the pain. Wrapping the pain into an  imaginary ball. Throwing that ball out  an imaginary window in my mind.<br />
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I WILL NOT LOSE THIS BATTLE!! ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Summers Last Gasp</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2004 10:23:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ School is starting for many. That has  always been the call for summers end,  but not for me. As far as I am  concerned summer isn't over until there  is a full two weeks of 65 degrees or  less. That means summer lasts far into  September for me. YAY, an extra month.  I am even going on one last summer trip  to Disneyworld with extended family  during the last week of September. You  tell me which should be summer's last  gasp: School Starts or Disneyworld For  A Week. I vote Disneyworld. ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Felling Ill</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2004 14:37:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hot, cold, hot, cold ... *shiver* ...  being ill sucks. The fever put me into  a fit of insomina; which I am sure has  had no positive affect on the  situation.<br />
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It is still raining. Gloomy and gray is  how I would describe this week. Looking  at the photos from Mexico makes me long  for the sunshine desperatly. Yet when I  was there I couldn't wait to return to  the cooler temperatures of home. Silly,  if you think about it. ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Good To Be Home</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2004 14:36:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What can I say? Mexico rocked for sure,  but it's good to be home. I missed my  friends, my animals, and my bed. GAWD!  Make a note to bring my own pillows  next year. I forget every single year  then sleep like crap. <br />
<br />
The waves were crappy this year. Of  course as soon as we were scheduled to  leave there was a hurricane off shore  with high wave event warnings. PFFT!!  That is the story of my life. Never  enough time to stay and catch the waves  everyone else will be talking about for  the next few months. Oh well. <br />
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BUT<br />
<br />
It wasnt all a bust....i did get a  tan(kinda), danced on tabletops(okay  just one tabletop), stode outside under  the fullmoon in my underware(with  clothes on over the top), umm and  alotta other stuff too. <br />
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Mexico is awesome! ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Flood</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2004 20:18:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Rain Rain Go Away! The backyard  flooded. I was standing in a river  flowing through the middle of the yard  while it rained cats and dogs. The city  engineer was looking back at the  construction site behind us and he  makes the stupidest remark. <br />
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"The water is coming from over there."  DUHH!!<br />
<br />
Anyone could see where the water was  coming from. We had a 5 ft. wide foot  and half deep river flowing through the  back fence from the site behind us. If  idiots just left wetlands alone then  things like this wouldnt happen. <br />
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-sneezes- ]]></description>
                <author>~eyesonstarshine</author>
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                <title>Just Another Day</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2004 13:10:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Woke up this morning to just another  day. I am sure that as the day  progesses it will slowly become obvious  to me how this day will set itself  apart from others that have come before  it. As a matter of fact, at the moment  it is raining. Now it is not just  another day. It is just another RAINY  day. ]]></description>
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                <title>Long Emotional Weekend</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2004 01:55:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I spent the weekend in California. My  dad passed away and we had his  services. It was very tiring  emotionaly, as is to be expected. Yet,  I was suprised how much joy I was able  to find amidst the pain. They did this  slide show of his life. It was amazing  to see how much he had changed over the  57 years of his life. The one thing  that did not change in every single  picture was his smile. He had an  AWESOME simle.  I will miss my dad so  much. He understood the way my mind  works. I keep wondering, who will be  there for me now? Tears come so easily  and right now I am on the verge of  crying again. In closing I would like  to say:<br />
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MY DAD WAS THE BEST DAD IN THE WHOLE  WORLD!!! ]]></description>
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