<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:08:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>weight loss</category><category>obama</category><category>Questions</category><category>food</category><category>love</category><category>flowers</category><category>health</category><category>life</category><category>society</category><category>summer</category><category>God</category><category>blacklist</category><category>camping</category><category>corruption</category><category>exercise</category><category>girls</category><category>goals</category><category>hope</category><category>hot 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package</category><category>strength</category><category>struggle</category><category>success</category><category>sun</category><category>sunshine</category><category>superstar</category><category>support</category><category>teaching</category><category>tiles</category><category>tomorrow</category><category>top 5</category><category>top chef</category><category>tragedy</category><category>transplant</category><category>troubled kids</category><category>tv</category><category>vote</category><category>war</category><category>warmth</category><category>washington</category><category>work</category><title>Visions &amp;amp; Views from a Visiting Voyeur</title><description>Loud mouth insight to the nothing and nowhere.  Deep thoughts and questions that have no where else to go...</description><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-7722617223435408165</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-27T23:36:31.859-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreamer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">keith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stars</category><title>Ode to &quot;Keith&quot; or a Tale of a Dreamer</title><atom:summary type="text">I just watched a pretty emotional movie. Okay so I love a tear-jerker. It was a movie called “Keith”. It really had an interesting storyline. Someone actually made me watch it. It’s about two teens who spend the senior year together. They seem like completely opposite of each other. But in the end they both needed each other. Two things that might not of ever come together but when they did it </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2011/02/ode-to-keith-or-tale-of-dreamer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-8802011197417626498</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2010 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-09T17:22:21.038-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sky</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tiles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Women</category><title>Joni and the gang... and reflection.</title><atom:summary type="text">Why does life seem so perfect on Happy Days? Joni loves Chachy... the Fonz is still cool and the gang is fun and games. I was watching it today. Really pretty random. The episode was about Arnold getting married. And the Fonz is the best man. The Fonz of course avoids it like a pro. And Arnold worries about his long distance love doesn&#39;t think he is good enough for her.But reality is not Happy </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2010/12/joni-and-gang-and-reflection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-3040802161644185825</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-01T20:32:37.182-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bias</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bravo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gender</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inequality</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">top chef</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv</category><title>Do Girl Chefs have Cooties?</title><atom:summary type="text">Top Chef is one of my favorite shows. I love to cook. It is relaxing and satisfying. To see people enjoy my food is pure pleasure and fills me with pride. So with so much passion for food and cooking why not be a top Chef? Well don&#39;t let the female chefs on the show fool you. There is bias in their midst. Female chefs have cooties. It is as simple as that.Gender bias is by no means a new things. </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-girl-chefs-have-cooties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-493361003011291914</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T14:02:55.388-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">democrats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donkey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">elephant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">generations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">no</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">political</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">republicans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vote</category><title>The No - NO&#39;s Vote</title><atom:summary type="text">Have you ever sat in a group talking and just want to add in something you know would totally be taboo.  Those un-politically correct things we just don&#39;t go into to fain off anyone else getting offended.  Well if only I could do that more often.So as I feel the water getting murky and the other fish begin to get nervous in this big pool called the web I let a big smelly one go…I want to talk </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-nos-vote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnQa5lTI9r5JRXhFqiozUXYBVPcZvm8Yd-Ct0XJ3QyavA8ZZt1HfgahiUjTTpE3JWN9_dqnzHyPWdxELW-0AtXPSfdknRwFJXh5h81wP44P15Zc-yC5whRIk-41RmdZFZZ_xLVKMyRFYQ/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-8909327717133848071</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-25T01:38:12.156-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hot guys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mores</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stupid people</category><title>Why up so late?</title><atom:summary type="text">Why am I up so late?  Well I actually just got off of work.  I have actually spent the night talking to different people with lots of questions, comments and frustrations.  I love that my job allows me to go to school but sometimes the frustration meter goes up really high with those lovely people who talk to me night after night.    I was thinking about people today.  Why do we have so many </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-up-so-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-609765844298156313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-22T00:32:47.510-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">college</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cookies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hot guys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">top 5</category><title>Fall Break - Fall Short - Fall in Love?</title><atom:summary type="text">Beautiful Garden of the Gods - IL, USA taken Sept 2010 by METonight, I am ending my Fall Break.  I didn’t get as much done as I could have.  I should have!  I think part of me is mentally worn down and I just couldn’t force myself to move forward.  You know what I mean?  You get so busy or life happens and you get to a point where you just halt in your tracks.  That is so ME right now.       Just</atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2010/10/tonight-i-am-ending-my-fall-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoR5sr0QYBbTscV0yF0wf4a_SLLSvfZx-qrwNQgGYovtV1fuuAX50QmwziQHvjIc_pDV1oBqe5pRjqX8t2LHHhFURwI5F9Wn2x9v80Pr_sglI3a6iFrUSZOaqdEUFIjKQDqmR351krcWcm/s72-c/grdnofgodsIL092010+090.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-6376013275485391336</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-12T10:08:52.736-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meltdown</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mess</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">walking</category><title>Monday Meltdown - 7/12/2010</title><atom:summary type="text">Oh blog gracious blog how long have we been parted… okay no sweet talking.  It’s been over 6 months.  I have been a bad blogger.  I keep coming back and just can’t seem to find what to say.  Despite that setback I decided to put fingers to keyboard and ramble.  I had a Monday meltdown this morning.  I really question a lot in my life.  Why is my family the mess they are?  Why am I big mess myself</atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2010/07/monday-meltdown-7122010_12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T_sqIYK9Vu4/TDsurMMaJLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fmIRq1tvWPw/s72-c/walkingrain.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-8474747898720891409</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T18:54:01.513-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">healthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">planning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preparing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">skinny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight loss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>Pre-packaged Can Do!</title><atom:summary type="text">I am really stressing starting my new job. No cool cucumber here. I am a bit worried I will be to tired to exercise, or not eat well. New things are so hard to gauge. Can you tell I like to control my future? I know! I&#39;m not supposed to worry for two important reasons: 1, Stressing out causes a girl to gain more poundage... ahhhhhhhhhh I don&#39;t want to gain weight, 2. I am powerless over at least </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-really-stressing-starting-my-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgesEKHgjhBdRWFFLaQgaEviyD452w23FBMjIp8voM2c1MRPNG7XGkqyzxW-pfBJ3Tj9gjS4Llv3R_gFLXdvNlsCzM30mlPQSl8zyPFV91I07tz_Eox9-m2l8w0ysTOekiSd6SY_PJAjwDW/s72-c/stressfood.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-7554680322595674806</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T09:21:07.466-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloopers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chinese food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight loss</category><title>Chinese Food and My Elliptical...</title><atom:summary type="text">Today was a medium day for me. I got up and whined to myself how I didn&#39;t want to walk in the cold. I am not a cold kind of person. I would love snow if it could exist in 70 degree weather... oh wait that is what Hollywood is for :). After I woke up, whined about the cold to myself and a few furry friends I then remembered the ummm incident I had yesterday with my elliptical.Imagine this: A </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/12/chinese-food-and-my-elliptical.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8dpzhvVnyaGZRbVgSA0rVm33gsnI9Zk7SI6_TsYKWmuI6hdm4oXiXF2j0-FHgOk1OJVP895bssUJzYp06-h_hvY_jvMO_Vg4g_7U4O60o5IvzS4Vc15GrVg_BiWcGZb54EuiN3WjegK7/s72-c/chinese.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-2721267756256965351</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T09:27:37.997-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ding dongs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exercise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">positive</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pounds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight loss</category><title>Going On Week Three...</title><atom:summary type="text">Morning Folks.  In week one I struggled with getting back into a good routine.  I ate smaller healthier portions and started the exercise slowly.  I felt pumped and positive.  I lost 3lbs the first week and that increased my momentum.       In week two my plan was more refined.  I really started to focus in on what I need to do to meet my goals.  I made a motivation poster and posted on my spark </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-on-week-three.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislVKaq1I6Y3yfVaIZT31F-3LEnolO-5sYJi2ftBQwLS1LeMd8iOPQZK94fZPr45CdwjUyYbAlYqoLXYtzVKR8Md6r3cjWvmlW3VGQX-XcyR8BDihrQTNtJueY6zVLzxL-zk1gYz5Vch2G/s72-c/ding+dong.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-1358687014859047298</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T13:04:35.936-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exercise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sparkpeople</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">success</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Turkey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weight loss</category><title>Turkey Day Calling...</title><atom:summary type="text"> I can&#39;t believe this year is almost over. It seems like it just began.  And it has been an emotional few years too. But it has been successful too. I have gone back to college, gained more confidence and started getting healthier. I am amazed by it all. I am currently working on my journey to lose over 100 lbs. As of this past weigh in on Saturday I am down 3lbs.  To get me to my goal of a </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-day-calling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEyl0dciyVS4eHWfP68jSr4scFYBXExYszfzRmUZRuUUpkoYR6djFYoQIFceEOoUyRiFgGzDbcDpA5R4NyF9HdQNBgCSHclV28yPTmTNxXfMWdY6n_MOluePqk3yRMf384e_70FnQqCNX/s72-c/autumn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-5835256454787314476</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T19:23:27.222-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wandering on a Saturday</title><atom:summary type="text">Today, I took a bit of a wandering around a nearby town. Though I know I live in a historic area for Oklahoma history and perhaps even for America. But to be honest there isn&#39;t much of what was left here. This weekend they had the first Loose Caboose Day. I have no idea what that is all about but they had quite a few antique stores open and vendors selling crafts. We have a Caboose that sits on </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/09/wandering-on-saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZgm6OGVadt4FGdna9pxqv0t5QcJT7xNFR2xPKBwG0QmZtfBehLYMpeDFkaxCgC3m12Q4SsN4ZbPlQVen8_K7UpqTjiyDUn7OpSpaeZ8Lsc7cqSRff8NESO-jfjib1080bizK3KdCBqmp/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-1225665364208436535</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T10:33:59.872-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flowers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sunshine</category><title>Late Summer Flowers</title><atom:summary type="text">Today, I am posting something simple. A friend ask me to take some pictures of the flowers in my garden. This morning is a cool overcast sky morning. September 1st and fall is definately in the air here. The sunlight is just peaking throught the clouds.Next is a Clematis that we have planted near our front walk way. I am not sure what this one is. I know that it is a flowering vine. The white </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-summer-flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Yn-z5W3gjdmHg0OGigQtqbGNt6BfKNXK9bhUkwHAJ8M6uPsx5Tc4FQor3FlV1-OsUhrrF6VxggWc5CpK_b0Gro7GByt_PgQQqbYhjSQuVSnhK2giPcUeQAP-EvctnpbwyNUwrzAEuSs5/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-5203115972351640613</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T18:55:01.265-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">corparation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">healthcare</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obama</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poverty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rich</category><title>Obamacare</title><atom:summary type="text">Two major questions I hear about Obama, the healthcare reform he has proposed and the American people:1.) Who is going to pay for healthcare for the public and to reform the current system?2.) How will it impact Johnny Q PublicLet’s be honest here folks. Corporate America and the Rich will not be funding this endeavor. The rich did not become rich by giving out handfuls of cash to provide for a </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/08/obamacare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-1877896014713527280</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T22:03:39.649-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gift</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">registry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">transplant</category><title>Uniform Donor</title><atom:summary type="text">What would you do if you found yourself ill, going to die and the only thing that would help is the selfless life gift from another person? Until recently I had never even considered it. I had talked with family and friends about being a donor, but had decided it wasn’t for me. The thought of giving a piece of my own body up when I die or even living scared me. It seemed so final. I wonder how </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/08/uniform-donor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH9O85d_p2jR1QFqo6BGzHPPTfLVIHlKAZ-tRQzrQszN8o5xa39QIr6yUWBSiXVK-_wyNS6zvS38u0DzjI63nXNkWHVlmd6VsWXtUVuMFa1IDv5HPHnVEcaoGz8Ob8uk-Rd7zWYzoiqMiS/s72-c/donorcard.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-746677773622318941</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-15T16:36:02.097-05:00</atom:updated><title>Shake Your Money Maker...</title><atom:summary type="text">I love Rock n Roll. Music in general just sets my mood and takes me to a different place. I was chatting with a few peeps about some tunes earlier today. The subject was about Chicago. I think this band is an all-time classic rock band with a killer horn section and magic guitarists. Take for instance the song “Saturday in the Park”. That song just makes me want to get up and twirl around like a </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/08/shake-your-money-maker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-8134024317639217578</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T20:10:18.892-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">answers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lemonade</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lemons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>What the... Lemonade?</title><atom:summary type="text"> Do you ever sit there and wonder to yourself about what your doing and where you&#39;re going? Lately, I have had a lot of set backs. I was looking at a quote of the day... and I couldn&#39;t help but want to just give that person who said it what for. When fate hands us lemons, let&#39;s try to make lemonade. -- Dale CarnegieWell Mr. Carnegie... I think I currently have a lemon grove. Anyone want some </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-lemonade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUcc4QAbPBSF8Us2gvcR_HAof_HWwRmn1A_GoB6tKSI1fanAOE3KgkbL0DvarIENgu_RtfM-kEmcG_4IbwDncJRhBnnICu3qRKSW4Rfdze2pjhGnzKalot9pZ_NevzD8N8JaxwJw_igyA/s72-c/Lemonade_stand_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-5803209160662090410</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T16:49:19.820-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">camping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><title>Day Dreamin&#39;</title><atom:summary type="text">Today I started pondering an idea I have had for a little while. When I get old and gingered I think I want to open a diner or a b&amp;amp;b. I have thought about it before but what made today different is that I actually started writing out menu ideas. I actually really enjoyed the brainstorming. If you know me you know I love to cook. Someone could name a main dish or say I feel like something and </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-dreamin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-2055180017095512707</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-18T16:43:01.033-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food network</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guy fieri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">local news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oklahoma</category><title>Foodie with Local News...</title><atom:summary type="text">Okay I don&#39;t normally talk about food here but I just found out I missed Guy from Diners, Drive Ins and Dives visiting a local establishment. I was so excited when I saw the article on it: http://www.normantranscript.com/features/local_story_142012601?start:int=0 . He visited last Wednesday a place on Main St in Norman, OK called simply The Diner. The Diner is a tradition in Norman. If you don&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/06/foodie-with-local-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-1173732725283784191</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T16:31:11.050-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">camping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obama</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">summer</category><title>Lazy Days n&#39; Mondays</title><atom:summary type="text">I haven&#39;t really been on here as much as a true blogger would. And one might think since I am still unemployed, though hopefull prospects are on the horizon, that I would spend more time here. Wrong. I am finding that sometimes I just don&#39;t have anything to say to this big world. I read something in a little news piece about one of Obama&#39;s hotty helpers. Mr. Love seems to have turned the head of </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/06/lazy-days-n-mondays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAASDbXdXwwz-dFcuCdVdZFGBJhirrvfOb7NhWEi7TX4FfH6THcSxhbajMZHwkdGbIFJjFWFPhfHzPu3NONbL52A5FOkoNvsAqaRqEPc2qkalD7bXP3Sft4_lVhCHeXa-G34KPsIxOZu3/s72-c/2769042949_7d45af6edf.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-8561447431269599038</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T16:23:37.829-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">childhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">road</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">warmth</category><title>Roads Less Traveled</title><atom:summary type="text">This morning, after mopping around, I decided to go for a walk. Last night my son and I were talking and I pointed out to him how the only way to change things you don&#39;t like is to do something about it. So what does this have to do with a walk? Well I am just going to say it. I have been in a pity party for one for way to long. I needed to get out and clear my head so amidst the noon day sun I </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/05/roads-less-traveled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-2543979909842306717</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T22:23:39.207-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">star trek</category><title>The Final Frontier</title><atom:summary type="text">Last evening I had the privilege to enjoy a night out with some folks I know. It was in celebration of a family friend&#39;s birthday. We went to eat Mexican food, a great start to an evening I think, and then watched the newest in a long line of Star Trek movies. I wouldn&#39;t say I am a Trekkie. I was born at a time when there wasn&#39;t much to watch and my mom liked the original series. So I knew Capt. </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-frontier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-8987253445060729283</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T20:07:30.855-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flowers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gardening</category><title>Dirty Business</title><atom:summary type="text"> Today I let myself get dirty. I dug in deep and got down to the nitty gritty.  Okay enough of the play on words. I planted some more seeds into my garden. I planted some english daises, cosmos, red poppies, asters, dahlias, forget-me-nots, johnny-jump-ups, blue morning glorys, lavender, sweet williams, Indian blankets, etc. They are all seeds so hopefully in a few weeks I will be able to see </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/04/dirty-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-8378179913084898699</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 03:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T22:36:16.879-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">struggle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">troubled kids</category><title>My oh My...</title><atom:summary type="text">Well today isn&#39;t going to be full of government bashing. Sorry if you were hoping for that. Today I kind of want to be a bit personal. I struggle with alot with my son. I don&#39;t really want to go into detail about it because I feel it would be an infringement on his right to privacy. But unless you have been where I have in this journey I don&#39;t think you could ever imagine it. Children can be such</atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-oh-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBkr9ZqGYLfBPvOqZAlOw2ph0pL-OHVzXxFXewS3NIheJXeuvmNeJSS531G2wFYRGWdAGG5f2UaOFuI_CTNLcrT0gzifwVH5j2R3zCopBxIwLLajKXwlvezwfM72CZgqOtehvvoXR0bUq/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5916126468619444720.post-7762959404525266916</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T12:35:03.874-05:00</atom:updated><title>The American Falicy</title><atom:summary type="text">Today, I am back at discussing my astonishment at how blind as Americans we are. Why would I make such an offensive statement about myself and my fellow neighbors? We have bought into the lie that we are free, that the American dream still lives and that our government is still looking out for our best interest.Strong claims I know but look at what we are allowing to happen. President Obama </atom:summary><link>http://visitingvoyeur.blogspot.com/2009/04/american-falicy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Visiting Voyeur)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>