<?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-19646810</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:21:05.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HALF HOUR HAPPY HOUR</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-8854636166530235859</id><published>2007-02-24T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:15:13.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re:  What the heck have I been doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjbROpCV-_U/ReDG8wEgjHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rqi8RfDunww/s1600-h/DSC04302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035243130398477426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjbROpCV-_U/ReDG8wEgjHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rqi8RfDunww/s320/DSC04302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjbROpCV-_U/ReDGZwEgjGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iMK8L3hrgQY/s1600-h/DSC04298.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in the last year Andy and I have moved across the country, started new jobs, and begun renovating a new home we bought from the 1890's. Found a great site that I like to refer to for this renovation project--&lt;a href="http://renovatingonthecheap.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://renovatingonthecheap.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy refers to brownstoner and other renovation sites, but I am always interested to see what ew endeavors he has. Makes me not feel like I am the only person on the planet spending my weekends renovating my house. This house is practice for other ideas I have. We are starting small. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also been involved in a TV series on Good Morning America featuring our struggle through the renovation process, called from "Dump to Dreamhouse". You can view the episodes so far on &lt;a href="http://www.barbaracorcoran.com"&gt;www.barbaracorcoran.com&lt;/a&gt; (television link). I guess I've been really busy. I'll check in later. &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/19646810-8854636166530235859?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/8854636166530235859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=8854636166530235859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/8854636166530235859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/8854636166530235859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2007/02/re-what-heck-have-i-been-doing.html' title='re:  What the heck have I been doing?'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjbROpCV-_U/ReDG8wEgjHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rqi8RfDunww/s72-c/DSC04302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-114011290393171907</id><published>2006-02-16T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:06:54.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re:  A picture says a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/1600/CA5KO3LL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/320/CA5KO3LL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tao of Carter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-114011290393171907?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/114011290393171907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=114011290393171907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/114011290393171907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/114011290393171907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2006/02/re-picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='re:  A picture says a thousand words...'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-113977022981192876</id><published>2006-02-12T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:55:30.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my husband on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/1600/DSC04159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/320/DSC04159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using this post to talk about my husband and all the things I love about him. This is my Valentine's Day gift to you because I can't be there in person to tell you how much "I Love You". I always felt akward when I worked with people that complained about their husbands because I couldn't relate. It is all the little things he does that makes him special: He always makes sure I have gas in my car (because he knows how much I hate to get gas), let's me watch shows that I know he could care less about, goes with me to Lowe's so I can look at all the new stuff for the home we don't have, let's our dog be the center of the universe, makes me laugh all the time, makes me use my brain and is OK with me using it, supports all my crazy ideas, moves the furniture around on a regular basis (to accomodate the inspiration I get from all my decorating magazines), teases me about all the home decorating magazines I have (still packs them in the car because he knows how important they are to me--on my way to Maryland), folds the laundry, does the dishes, (cleans a lot), makes me feel like a "princess", and the list goes on and on...So in short, I appreciate him and realize how lucky I am to have a man in my life who cares enough about me to make sure he does all these little things that add up to a whole lot of happiness in my life. Happy Valentine's Day to my best friend. May we have many many many more days on the Earth together. (I hope this makes up for the fact that I forgot my vows and never made any promises on our wedding day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-113977022981192876?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/113977022981192876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=113977022981192876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113977022981192876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113977022981192876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2006/02/tribute-to-my-husband-on-valentines.html' title='Tribute to my husband on Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-113805003041846113</id><published>2006-01-23T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:00:30.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?--The Grass is Greener!</title><content type='html'>Finally made it to Maryland after driving over 40 hours from Phoenix---The Bronx---Boston--and then to MD.  I have been quite spoiled since I arrived--Carter has even staked his claim on one corner of the couch.  He must feel comfortable, as do I.  The only downside is I'm sick and my husband isn't here.  Both downers are temporary, so I'll keep plugging along.  I had the joy of sitting on my ass for the entire day yesterday and watching Buffy for many hours.  The only excuse I have about not getting into the series was the fact that I was out of the country.  Very clever--Joss is quite a man.  I was considering doing the same thing all week, but then I wouldn't be much of a conversationalist when friends and family began asking me what I've been up to.  I guess a limited circle of friends wouldn't be so bad?&lt;br /&gt;Got a bit side-tracked with Weight Watchers, but I did manage not to gain any weight, so I shouldn't complain.  Also researched a gym nearby my work, so I can go directly there instead of sitting in traffic on the way home.  Not such a bad use of time I might say.  I was even researching places to take martial arts classes, since it has been some time since I've done anything in that arena.  I always wanted to do more weapons training--mine has been limited to Swords and after visiting some interesting places with Stacy in Baltimore it may come in handy some day. &lt;br /&gt;Off to studying--Reality, sometimes it just sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-113805003041846113?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/113805003041846113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=113805003041846113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113805003041846113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113805003041846113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-what-grass-is-greener.html' title='Guess what?--The Grass is Greener!'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-113643888863256884</id><published>2006-01-04T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:28:08.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>re:  blog on the way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/1600/IMAG0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/320/IMAG0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more information!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-113643888863256884?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/113643888863256884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=113643888863256884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113643888863256884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113643888863256884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2006/01/re-blog-on-way.html' title='re:  blog on the way...'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-113514117927489105</id><published>2005-12-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T20:59:39.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural Wasteland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/1600/DSC04136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/320/DSC04136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #2 (besides milking a cow)-- I decided I need to save every penny I earn to get that house on the Eastern Shore. For those of you who may not know this, Andy and I have been promised first dibs on a home near his parent's house from a friend of theirs. I guess she plans on moving in 1-2 years, which will give me plenty of time to get cracking! Andy and I were thinking of turning it into a commune for only interesting people--or at least a place for people who have thought of moving to Canada because they are so pissed off about this country and the fools running it. I still am not sure if I plan to run to the northern border or have hope that there will be a huge cultural renaissance in this country real soon. The whole thing is way too depressing to think about. I really have a hard time talking about this. The only analogy I can think to describe this mode of thinking of is when I was lving in Taiwan and one of my friend's wanted his sundae on a cone. The person behind the counter told him there was no button for that, so it wasn't an option. Sometimes it just can't be explained or understood--sometimes people are just coming from totally different places and they won't ever understand the other. That is how I feel about my place in America--I'm the one wanting the sundae...you can guess the rest. I used to be so involved in political campaigns, protests and the like, but I have a bit too much anger to find purpose in this type of action today. Our cultural values in as a whole in the cuontry have become so skewed. I wonder if we can ever turn back. I don't ever plan to join "them" either. Maybe I'll become the next Maya Angelou and write poetry as a cathartic exercise. I don't think I'll feel like this forever because I care too much, but this is how I feel for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-113514117927489105?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/113514117927489105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=113514117927489105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113514117927489105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113514117927489105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2005/12/cultural-wasteland.html' title='Cultural Wasteland'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-113493844925284490</id><published>2005-12-18T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:40:49.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity is Many Steps....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/1600/DSC00304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/320/DSC00304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the time is drawing near for Andy and I to be moving along here. Although I am moving to the East Coast, it still isn't New England but awfully darn close. Finding new places will be great--ethnic restaurants, shops, antique/ flea markets, and new tea shops! (Check out &lt;a href="http://www.teamaps.com"&gt;www.teamaps.com&lt;/a&gt;)! I've been to all of the Tea Shops in Arizona except for one. I plan to do the same in Maryland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to share today---will come back to this another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-113493844925284490?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/113493844925284490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=113493844925284490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113493844925284490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113493844925284490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2005/12/insanity-is-many-steps.html' title='Insanity is Many Steps....'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-113401150685450470</id><published>2005-12-07T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:25:35.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadriplegic</title><content type='html'>I was driving into work today when I heard on NPR a story about a man who was born as a Quad and had a friend that became one later in life--after a motorcyle accident. He was reflecting on this friend's recent death and commenting on the speakers at his friend's funeral. I guess everyone was thinking he would be able to walk in heaven because everyone, including his friend, thought his disability was so horrible. He was born with his disability and said it was more of a motivator that a punishment. He said he never knew how to respond to his friend when he was asked how he could deal with his disability. He thought he never had aspirations to ride a motorcyle, go bungee-jumping or any other activity that required legs or arms. He had other aspirations. He was still going to be in a wheelchair in Heaven (if there was a Heaven)because that is who he was and was happy being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sharing this story with a co-worker and she responded by telling me about the client she just visited this past morning. He is blind from a stroke and he has an active mind, travels, and has a positive outlook on life. He would bring her back books from art gallery viewings and samples of foods from his travels. To make a long story short--it made me think back on this NPR story. I guess I've always been of the mind-set that you had to have an interesting life--I guess it is an obsession. I don't think that each of us has a destiny--accidents happen that we can't control, but who we are as people will reveal how we respond to our given situations. Here on Earth or in "Heaven" or wherever I go next, there will be things that may change from what I've planned for myself, but you keep moving forward and continually work to make the road more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of it this way, but my worse fear would be to look back on my life 10, 20, 30 plus years and say, "Well, I always wanted to do 'x'" or "I wished I went to 'x' , but.."&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a life that others dream up or I just accept because it takes less effort to do anything else. I just better not get hit by a bus--I have too much to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-113401150685450470?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/113401150685450470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=113401150685450470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113401150685450470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113401150685450470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2005/12/quadriplegic.html' title='Quadriplegic'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19646810.post-113392831252375802</id><published>2005-12-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T12:45:10.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi my name is______.  I am a ________.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/1600/IMAG0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6280/1948/320/IMAG0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been reading the thoughts of others on these "blogs" for some time now. At some moments I am critical of what I read, at others contemplative, and for some that I read I am just impressed by the honesty of that person--the way they share their inner thoughts to a group of strangers. Initally, I had trouble understanding why people do this or I wondered, would you have to be an ego-maniac to think any one really gives a shit? That is the cynical side of myself. I remember being in this philosophy class in college, thoughts being thrown about the classroom on a passage found within the Tibetan Boook of the Dead (by the way, one of my favorite texts). The first few weeks everyone was really involved and open-minded, but as weeks passed enthusiasm waned and it appeared people were annoyed and thinking, "Does this person really think this?" I am going to play both sides here--this week I care and maybe you will too. It could be in a few weeks of reading this thing and you'll think--"What's the point?"--"Does she really think this shit?" Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the positive side of myself thinking the following: This may be the one place where it is easier to be judged by strangers, where friends who care take note of your thoughts periodically and "check-in" to how you're doing. It may also be a place where curiosity sets in and we just read to judge. I want to use this space to "check-in" to what's going on inside my head and I hope I get to hear what you're thinking. My purpose for starting this is for all of the above and one additional reason. I guess I am going to treat this like an AA meeting. It is my opportunity to stand before my friends, those strangers who may come upon this Blog, and to hold myself accountable for all the things that go on in my brain and for all the things I say I am going to do in my life. I don't want to sound"trite" when I write this but I find myself getting further away from accountability as possible. It is one thing to think you'll do something, it is another to do it. Each week or month I am going to take responsiblity for something, update those who care, and be held responsible for the words I write and the commitments I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment #1&lt;br /&gt;Lose Weight. My first task will be a selfish one. I think I nearly fell on the floor when I get on the scale today. I wish I had stepped on it about 6 months ago. I am having a Kirstie Alley moment. I am not going to start a show on "Fat Actresses" or anything. I am just going to say--Hey I'm fat and I'm going to fix it. Plain and Simple. I refuse to shop at Lane Bryant. I should be going into cardiac arrest or something, but I'm still here and I need to get off my fat ass. Signed up for Weight Watchers and here I go...Day 1 is tomorrow....30 lbs to go to reach goal! This sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19646810-113392831252375802?l=davisjm1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/feeds/113392831252375802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19646810&amp;postID=113392831252375802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113392831252375802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19646810/posts/default/113392831252375802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davisjm1.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-my-name-is-i-am.html' title='Hi my name is______.  I am a ________.'/><author><name>davisjm1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11862594302151402074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c398/davisjm1/IMAG0045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
