<?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-2026540755299310277</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:16:31.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSTRACT GOSSIP</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-6463908333782433417</id><published>2008-10-26T02:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T02:33:00.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SQO7U0w-J1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/YwVuHPPuYUk/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SQO7U0w-J1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/YwVuHPPuYUk/s200/IMG_0975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261254756134692690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the sweet place I stayed at in Provincetown for a month, in the residency part of my graduate program.I will get back to posting pictures that I have drawn, but I have a lot of scanning to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2026540755299310277-6463908333782433417?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6463908333782433417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=6463908333782433417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/6463908333782433417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/6463908333782433417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SQO7U0w-J1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/YwVuHPPuYUk/s72-c/IMG_0975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-3147434022935429294</id><published>2008-08-06T19:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:48:15.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really bored. I just don't like this picture all that much. You know what else I don't like Packing!!!! Especially if you have a lot of stuff. I'm not talking about things I have bought or material items that we're purchased. Rather the stuff that I make stuff out of. How do I know what to get rid of and what to keep, wood, paper, fabric, the list is endless and I really do want to make something out of it when the time is right, and if the time is not right at the moment do  I save it any Way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SJniz5cmxhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8C1D7_Flp_8/s1600-h/feb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SJniz5cmxhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8C1D7_Flp_8/s200/feb6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231461823389550098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-3147434022935429294?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3147434022935429294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=3147434022935429294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/3147434022935429294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/3147434022935429294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/08/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SJniz5cmxhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8C1D7_Flp_8/s72-c/feb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-9047595124035001259</id><published>2008-07-22T19:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:31:11.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLD ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SIYYOh4iD6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/h-vXATbZdj8/s1600-h/feb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SIYYOh4iD6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/h-vXATbZdj8/s200/feb4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225891055502757794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hold on. It's a command. It is about telling someone to wait, and its also about gripping on to something. Would it be possible to hold onto something while you wait then move forward with that which you hold onto. If you can you would be that purple line moving into that circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-9047595124035001259?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/9047595124035001259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=9047595124035001259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/9047595124035001259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/9047595124035001259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-on.html' title='HOLD ON'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SIYYOh4iD6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/h-vXATbZdj8/s72-c/feb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-688346755271492765</id><published>2008-07-22T19:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:23:57.301+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remembered and the Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SIYU_m_PSZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jpKaRSYGGSY/s1600-h/feb3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SIYU_m_PSZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jpKaRSYGGSY/s200/feb3b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225887500640143762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;If you think of memories as islands floating in the water. I would wonder if they could move around, in time, space and in your consciousness. Instead of being fixed to the ocean floor like in reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then again who's reality is as fixed and permanent as the location of already existing islands. Its that internal core of our world that changes, controls and is as unstable as our memories. With this, one can realize how little control we have, and how our memories, actions and choices are what dictate how we bubble up from the earths crust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-688346755271492765?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/688346755271492765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=688346755271492765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/688346755271492765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/688346755271492765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembered-and-real.html' title='The Remembered and the Real'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SIYU_m_PSZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jpKaRSYGGSY/s72-c/feb3b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-9178944168827395731</id><published>2008-07-05T19:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:32:53.865+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To Isolate and Exhaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SG-vMguw3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/7MF3uUnouyE/s1600-h/feb2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SG-vMguw3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/7MF3uUnouyE/s200/feb2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219583122625060418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To Isolate and Exhaust, it seems impossible..but sometimes when you feel trapped, or in the same place for to long, or just pigeon holed in one way or another you can become tired, bored, or just uninspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god winter is over..This is old news considering its July but, well I explained it before. Life is not smooth      sailing all the time.&lt;br /&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/2026540755299310277-9178944168827395731?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/9178944168827395731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=9178944168827395731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/9178944168827395731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/9178944168827395731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-isolate-and-exhaust.html' title='To Isolate and Exhaust'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SG-vMguw3kI/AAAAAAAAADs/7MF3uUnouyE/s72-c/feb2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-5956889229064660623</id><published>2008-07-05T18:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:27:02.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SG-gJE7OtGI/AAAAAAAAADk/tQZhhfdrlSI/s1600-h/doodle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SG-gJE7OtGI/AAAAAAAAADk/tQZhhfdrlSI/s200/doodle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219566570947130466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been awhile...I've been busy working and stuff..enjoying the weather and the scanner was broken for awhile. But I'm back in business now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not me, but they are a very fancy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2026540755299310277-5956889229064660623?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5956889229064660623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=5956889229064660623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5956889229064660623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5956889229064660623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back..'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SG-gJE7OtGI/AAAAAAAAADk/tQZhhfdrlSI/s72-c/doodle2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-1390695440259910007</id><published>2008-04-29T04:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T04:25:13.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SBaFtJ3Y3JI/AAAAAAAAADc/-ODSLs8oLHY/s1600-h/Feb+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SBaFtJ3Y3JI/AAAAAAAAADc/-ODSLs8oLHY/s200/Feb+fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194486231007288466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm-mm... Fire, everyone knows I completely enjoy fire. Starring at it, starting it,  putting it out.  It moves like nobody is watching, and yet dances magically around. Everyone can see and enjoy all it's beauty and power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For all those politicians. Something to think about beauty is more like power than violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-1390695440259910007?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1390695440259910007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=1390695440259910007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/1390695440259910007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/1390695440259910007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/04/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/SBaFtJ3Y3JI/AAAAAAAAADc/-ODSLs8oLHY/s72-c/Feb+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-4575371850426583185</id><published>2008-03-22T01:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:06:07.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As There Are few truly happy outcomes in the life of a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-RaJnnH93I/AAAAAAAAADU/yvafUFN6JZM/s1600-h/Jan+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-RaJnnH93I/AAAAAAAAADU/yvafUFN6JZM/s200/Jan+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180364592681318258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Feelings, depending on who you ask they are important. I think they are. They are valid reasons for what we do. Sometimes not the most logical. I often like to leave logic to the rubix  cube and the people who know more about logic. ( I have no Idea how to spell that blasted game let alone solve it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;OOOOH, what do you think would happen if a feeling and that cube had a love affair? Would it be purely sexual or would they get along?, outside the bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-4575371850426583185?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4575371850426583185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=4575371850426583185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/4575371850426583185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/4575371850426583185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-there-are-few-truly-happy-outcomes.html' title='As There Are few truly happy outcomes in the life of a feeling'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-RaJnnH93I/AAAAAAAAADU/yvafUFN6JZM/s72-c/Jan+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-9023005103226444614</id><published>2008-03-22T01:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:58:49.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Replacing them of course</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-RWDnnH92I/AAAAAAAAADM/0BAbz17MVWQ/s1600-h/Jan+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-RWDnnH92I/AAAAAAAAADM/0BAbz17MVWQ/s200/Jan+30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180360091555592034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;So... I like to read. I hated it in High school, I guess because it wasn't at my own pace or my own choice. I also was stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; But now I do, Since May among other books I've been reading, I've been tackling three books by Marcel Proust, I get a lot of my titles for these pictures from them. I recommend them, if you have patients, and a lot of time to read on your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The descriptions of this young writers perception and states of consciousness can translate every memory you've ever had into one that is similar to... everyone else's. So are all our memories the same, describable, replacing what really happened, or is everything that happens to us the same thing that happens to everyone else. If this is true, we humans are more alike than some think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-9023005103226444614?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/9023005103226444614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=9023005103226444614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/9023005103226444614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/9023005103226444614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/replacing-them-of-course.html' title='Replacing them of course'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-RWDnnH92I/AAAAAAAAADM/0BAbz17MVWQ/s72-c/Jan+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-4658326659507700523</id><published>2008-03-20T02:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:45:19.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up Afterwords</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-G_xXnH91I/AAAAAAAAADE/KEZ8uLHB7zE/s1600-h/jan+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-G_xXnH91I/AAAAAAAAADE/KEZ8uLHB7zE/s200/jan+29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179631901325391698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Picking up.  Anyone who knows me, knows that... I'm a "little" messy. Depends really on who you ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px; "&gt; I do things as I go. I see some kind of a relation between my art and my way of day to day life... as Jody calls it a "scatterer". I make a mark and if I feel like it, I go back to it. If I don't, I leave it there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Just like that sock that I took off two days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-4658326659507700523?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4658326659507700523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=4658326659507700523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/4658326659507700523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/4658326659507700523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/picking-up-afterwords.html' title='Picking up Afterwords'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R-G_xXnH91I/AAAAAAAAADE/KEZ8uLHB7zE/s72-c/jan+29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-2508760136913886381</id><published>2008-03-16T01:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:36:23.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue-berries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xq6l5UjUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mjAB2LXoaY/s1600-h/feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xq6l5UjUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mjAB2LXoaY/s200/feb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178131226406718786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a pretty design. The blueberries were made from drips of paint. Then I connected it all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-2508760136913886381?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2508760136913886381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=2508760136913886381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/2508760136913886381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/2508760136913886381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/blue-berries.html' title='Blue-berries'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xq6l5UjUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0mjAB2LXoaY/s72-c/feb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-5311678141319413411</id><published>2008-03-16T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:32:44.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Face is red today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xpk15UjTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/irGBLOc5r_M/s1600-h/feb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xpk15UjTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/irGBLOc5r_M/s200/feb1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178129753232936242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Something&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to remember, everybody has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"ugly day's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; those are days when no matter how sky high your confidence is, NOTHING anyone says can make you feel better. My face was so red this day, I kept putting lotion on it all day. Nothing seemed to help. I got so extreme that I cut dairy out of my diet for a week. I don't know why I thought that might help. I don't even know if it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;SOMETIMES THINGS ARE IN YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-5311678141319413411?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5311678141319413411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=5311678141319413411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5311678141319413411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5311678141319413411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-face-is-red-today.html' title='My Face is red today'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xpk15UjTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/irGBLOc5r_M/s72-c/feb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-2951082418077650177</id><published>2008-03-16T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:26:29.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's day afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xor15UjSI/AAAAAAAAACs/YgMLSpMkSqs/s1600-h/feb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xor15UjSI/AAAAAAAAACs/YgMLSpMkSqs/s200/feb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178128773980392738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;"&gt;More about waiting... sometimes life is like gambling, other times it's like a waiting room. Then once in awhile gambling gets you into a waiting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-2951082418077650177?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/2951082418077650177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=2951082418077650177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/2951082418077650177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/2951082418077650177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/dogs-day-afternoon.html' title='A Dog&apos;s day afternoon'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xor15UjSI/AAAAAAAAACs/YgMLSpMkSqs/s72-c/feb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-6427871920433058842</id><published>2008-03-16T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:23:16.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Mary's Phone call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xnll5UjRI/AAAAAAAAACk/YhXMdBhOh7s/s1600-h/Jan24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xnll5UjRI/AAAAAAAAACk/YhXMdBhOh7s/s200/Jan24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178127567094582546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I doodle while I'm on the phone with people. If your reading this and saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"We'll doesn't Holly pay attention to us when we talk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I do, I absolutely do, I care about all my friend and family and these drawings and doodles are done while I listen and my sub- conscious does things. You have to keep that puppy busy, or else it miss-behaves. I'm thankful for the people that love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-6427871920433058842?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6427871920433058842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=6427871920433058842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/6427871920433058842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/6427871920433058842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/aunt-marys-phone-call.html' title='Aunt Mary&apos;s Phone call'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xnll5UjRI/AAAAAAAAACk/YhXMdBhOh7s/s72-c/Jan24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-3155364944433406797</id><published>2008-03-16T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:16:44.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xmKV5UjQI/AAAAAAAAACc/bnHQq0h8X-E/s1600-h/Jan23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xmKV5UjQI/AAAAAAAAACc/bnHQq0h8X-E/s200/Jan23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178125999431519490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Order, box, control, categorize, divide, segregate, conquer, make sense, realize, nature...If everything was exactly the same as everything else, would we still try to fill our world with order?&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/2026540755299310277-3155364944433406797?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3155364944433406797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=3155364944433406797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/3155364944433406797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/3155364944433406797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/order.html' title='Order'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xmKV5UjQI/AAAAAAAAACc/bnHQq0h8X-E/s72-c/Jan23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-5502788345567868612</id><published>2008-03-16T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:12:20.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask the eight ball if you are green with envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xjiF5UjPI/AAAAAAAAACU/w8WfJ-0lUc8/s1600-h/Jan22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xjiF5UjPI/AAAAAAAAACU/w8WfJ-0lUc8/s200/Jan22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178123108918529266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;"&gt;In december my friend gave me a mini magic eight ball. Since then I have been consulting the magic eight ball, and it's mysterious liquid, multi sided Die, and it's arbitrary opinions in order to bring a decision to my plans, even if I already have made up my mind. for some strange reason I care what the magic eight ball thinks. When the eight ball gives me answers I don't like or agree with, I'll ask it questions until it gets so tired that it tells me to ask later. So even eight balls have something in common with humans. The ability to make decisions, but if cornered with endless inquiry they freeze up and become frazzled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-5502788345567868612?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5502788345567868612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=5502788345567868612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5502788345567868612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5502788345567868612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/ask-eight-ball-if-you-are-green-with.html' title='Ask the eight ball if you are green with envy'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xjiF5UjPI/AAAAAAAAACU/w8WfJ-0lUc8/s72-c/Jan22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-8815156329230252490</id><published>2008-03-16T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:01:28.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Everything is black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xiN15UjOI/AAAAAAAAACM/pl_koQ6yDu4/s1600-h/Jan21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xiN15UjOI/AAAAAAAAACM/pl_koQ6yDu4/s200/Jan21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178121661514550498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I can not begin to explain everything. Nor can anyone, ever. Humans, are very complex, there is always more, and then still more when someone opens their mouth and then still more as things are slowly remembered and even more as the lights are turned on. Not even a comic is black and white anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-8815156329230252490?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8815156329230252490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=8815156329230252490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8815156329230252490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8815156329230252490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-everything-is-black-and-white.html' title='Not Everything is black and White'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xiN15UjOI/AAAAAAAAACM/pl_koQ6yDu4/s72-c/Jan21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-7065232875466523088</id><published>2008-03-16T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:54:41.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xhj15UjMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bFXbftcdpEs/s1600-h/Jan19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xhj15UjMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bFXbftcdpEs/s200/Jan19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178120939960044738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xhj15UjNI/AAAAAAAAACE/5jMTVK6XDgc/s1600-h/Jan20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xhj15UjNI/AAAAAAAAACE/5jMTVK6XDgc/s200/Jan20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178120939960044754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;these photos go with the previous post.&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/2026540755299310277-7065232875466523088?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7065232875466523088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=7065232875466523088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/7065232875466523088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/7065232875466523088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-photos-go-with-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xhj15UjMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bFXbftcdpEs/s72-c/Jan19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-1035480376691531529</id><published>2008-03-16T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:52:57.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One with the other and happy days will come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;"&gt;Not to much to explain here, I just don't feel like it,these are made in a time of confusion, rejection and waiting. I'm in limbo land, and I have no control over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-1035480376691531529?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1035480376691531529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=1035480376691531529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/1035480376691531529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/1035480376691531529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-with-other-and-happy-days-will-come.html' title='One with the other and happy days will come.'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-8692129223615517598</id><published>2008-03-16T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:49:16.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xgHl5UjLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LSkPzSD27xc/s1600-h/Jan18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xgHl5UjLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LSkPzSD27xc/s200/Jan18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178119355117112498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: small;"&gt;Remember when... he does do you, and if so which side of the story do you remember? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-8692129223615517598?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8692129223615517598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=8692129223615517598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8692129223615517598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8692129223615517598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-when.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xgHl5UjLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LSkPzSD27xc/s72-c/Jan18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-6368905680287723108</id><published>2008-03-16T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:47:14.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Dog Girl Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xfKF5UjKI/AAAAAAAAABs/3_qkYCsLmEY/s1600-h/Jan17(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xfKF5UjKI/AAAAAAAAABs/3_qkYCsLmEY/s200/Jan17(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178118298555157666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just a crazy dog on the run, in a whole world of orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-6368905680287723108?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/6368905680287723108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=6368905680287723108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/6368905680287723108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/6368905680287723108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/run-dog-girl-run.html' title='Run Dog Girl Run'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9xfKF5UjKI/AAAAAAAAABs/3_qkYCsLmEY/s72-c/Jan17(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-8593672522612883510</id><published>2008-03-12T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:52:24.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your print</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gXNF5UjJI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zqu9nv8kjFI/s1600-h/Jan16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gXNF5UjJI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zqu9nv8kjFI/s200/Jan16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176913285350722706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;This one reminded me of finger prints. They are left everywhere, so we are left everywhere, just make sure you want to be where your print is left. Finger prints are comparable to the individuality of our personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-8593672522612883510?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8593672522612883510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=8593672522612883510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8593672522612883510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8593672522612883510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-your-print.html' title='What&apos;s your print'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gXNF5UjJI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zqu9nv8kjFI/s72-c/Jan16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-8586237378938859803</id><published>2008-03-12T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:45:03.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Separating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gVw15UjII/AAAAAAAAABc/aHjIndGUTAQ/s1600-h/Jan15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gVw15UjII/AAAAAAAAABc/aHjIndGUTAQ/s200/Jan15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176911700507790466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Fragments of life often pull apart without our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-8586237378938859803?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/8586237378938859803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=8586237378938859803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8586237378938859803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/8586237378938859803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/separating.html' title='Separating'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gVw15UjII/AAAAAAAAABc/aHjIndGUTAQ/s72-c/Jan15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-5606942880809601555</id><published>2008-03-12T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:40:29.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion of Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gUS15UjHI/AAAAAAAAABU/bKRIQXx-gaY/s1600-h/Jan14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gUS15UjHI/AAAAAAAAABU/bKRIQXx-gaY/s200/Jan14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176910085600087154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It's a bird, it's a plane, or is it only a confusing idea. Flying seems to be a fascination of people. We dream about it, being so free. However when you leave the ground why is fear and freedom of movement fighting with each other. Setting your self free is scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-5606942880809601555?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5606942880809601555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=5606942880809601555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5606942880809601555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5606942880809601555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/confusion-of-flight.html' title='Confusion of Flight'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gUS15UjHI/AAAAAAAAABU/bKRIQXx-gaY/s72-c/Jan14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-7329867591536524444</id><published>2008-03-12T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:33:36.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gTCF5UjGI/AAAAAAAAABM/-KkJ9WqqgGA/s1600-h/Jan13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gTCF5UjGI/AAAAAAAAABM/-KkJ9WqqgGA/s200/Jan13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176908698325650530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I'm not as good at this as I wanted  or intended to be, blogging my drawings daily. I have been making the drawings, but sadly not posting them. This one sort of reminds me of Africa. Possible it's just a visualization of a struggle, one thing coming in contact with something else. You decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-7329867591536524444?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/7329867591536524444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=7329867591536524444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/7329867591536524444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/7329867591536524444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-as-good-at-this-as-i-wanted-or.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R9gTCF5UjGI/AAAAAAAAABM/-KkJ9WqqgGA/s72-c/Jan13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-1356123725650869039</id><published>2008-03-03T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:45:08.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R8wc0GX63JI/AAAAAAAAABE/QeujinG6mBA/s1600-h/Jan13(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R8wc0GX63JI/AAAAAAAAABE/QeujinG6mBA/s200/Jan13(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173541753331571858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a picture today.&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/2026540755299310277-1356123725650869039?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/1356123725650869039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=1356123725650869039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/1356123725650869039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/1356123725650869039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-picture-today.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R8wc0GX63JI/AAAAAAAAABE/QeujinG6mBA/s72-c/Jan13(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-482930180654429846</id><published>2008-02-01T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:23:31.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NU3bOVGfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N7Z2SUyJeFA/s1600-h/Jan12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NU3bOVGfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N7Z2SUyJeFA/s320/Jan12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162062909074119154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Elephant blowing smoke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really have no clue. It seems to me as the elephant is doing just as the title suggests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But then, do you think creatures with supposed excellent memory, make stuff up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-482930180654429846?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/482930180654429846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=482930180654429846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/482930180654429846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/482930180654429846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/02/elephant-blowing-smoke-i-really-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NU3bOVGfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/N7Z2SUyJeFA/s72-c/Jan12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-422981325846506585</id><published>2008-02-01T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:19:34.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NTw7OVGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L8w-9zggjzA/s1600-h/jan11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NTw7OVGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L8w-9zggjzA/s320/jan11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162061697893341666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" 3 Dark Revolving objects"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't put words to this right off. I think it's about how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;outside of us.  Our own person, thoughts, friends, life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are circumstances that, hard as we might try, we couldn't put a finger on what is happening to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-422981325846506585?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/422981325846506585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=422981325846506585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/422981325846506585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/422981325846506585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-dark-revolving-objects-i-cant-put.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NTw7OVGeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/L8w-9zggjzA/s72-c/jan11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-4233302213880665518</id><published>2008-02-01T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:04:44.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NQVbOVGdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p0TeuFAgwM4/s1600-h/Jan11(%232).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NQVbOVGdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p0TeuFAgwM4/s320/Jan11(%232).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162057926912055762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Moving off this Island"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why would anybody move off an island? Why would anyone live on an island? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Might there be only two kinds of people? One set of persons that would live on an Island, and people that wouldn't. I wonder is Australia an island?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-4233302213880665518?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/4233302213880665518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=4233302213880665518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/4233302213880665518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/4233302213880665518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/02/moving-off-this-island-why-would.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NQVbOVGdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/p0TeuFAgwM4/s72-c/Jan11(%232).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-3518705088617422593</id><published>2008-02-01T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:00:16.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NPHLOVGcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bzD7WHFWG2Q/s1600-h/Jan.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NPHLOVGcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bzD7WHFWG2Q/s320/Jan.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162056582587292098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;"The Never Ending Story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;One of everyones favorite childhood movies. The Dark wolf creature scared me.  As a young girl I remember being scared of a lot of things that couldn't really get me. Any way I still loved this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-3518705088617422593?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/3518705088617422593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=3518705088617422593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/3518705088617422593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/3518705088617422593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-ending-story-one-of-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z1RyRv25chY/R6NPHLOVGcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/bzD7WHFWG2Q/s72-c/Jan.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2026540755299310277.post-5031860246463045923</id><published>2008-01-23T06:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:29:43.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning.</title><content type='html'>I begin these little paintings, and ramblings as a time passer and a recorder. They are made vey subconsciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always start out as a scrap of paper that I used as a tester for the fluidity of paint or the sharpness of a pencil. So as you are beginning to see it is all arbitrary. The initial markings. later I connect them together some how to form what you see. quick little things that get the juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******I have a sort of a disclaimer to go with this 21st century blog (the way I see it, a journal). I am a very poor speller, and my grammer usage is juvenial. I tend to be hard on myself. So critics and self proclaimed spelling bee champs, forgive me and zip thy lip. My skills are in the visual world, and I'm not good at crossing over. Thankfully I think I am good in at least one of these worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2026540755299310277-5031860246463045923?l=rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/feeds/5031860246463045923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2026540755299310277&amp;postID=5031860246463045923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5031860246463045923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2026540755299310277/posts/default/5031860246463045923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rundoggirlrun.blogspot.com/2008/01/beginning.html' title='The beginning.'/><author><name>HP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03490534733148866565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
