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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670</id><updated>2009-10-17T06:31:26.804-05:00</updated><title type="text">i am feathermaye</title><subtitle type="html">"If you don't act as if your name were on the door, it never will be." ~Pamela Fripp</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/feathermaye/vMQR" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>feathermaye/vMQR</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-8992689280236027208</id><published>2009-04-11T13:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:38:26.845-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="films with feathermaye" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dental work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dentist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie reviews" /><title type="text">Down in the mouth</title><summary type="html">I’m not one to toss the word 'hate' around in a frivolous manner. I strongly dislike a lot of things. I’m not fond of others. I would prefer almost anything else than to come right out and admit that there is anything I HATE.   Except for the dentist, of course.In my estimation, a visit to the dentist ranks right up there with an appointment to get my hair cut or a fun-filled visit to my doctor &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/DBaRT6JhMFs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/8992689280236027208/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=8992689280236027208&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/8992689280236027208" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/8992689280236027208" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/DBaRT6JhMFs/down-in-mouth.html" title="Down in the mouth" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SeD2VEA4rmI/AAAAAAAAA74/SIVfhSkPHps/s72-c/dentistry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/04/down-in-mouth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-5107392169528549872</id><published>2009-04-04T19:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:21:09.583-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog breeding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="genetic manipulation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="national geographic" /><title type="text">The Science of Dogs</title><summary type="html">On the National Geographic channel tonight, Scott and I watched a program about dogs and the science behind them.The program explores the history of strict, controlled breeding of specific breeds of dog. In some cases, the dogs were bred to purify the genetic coding (much like computer code!). In other instances, the certain breeds of dogs are cross-bred with other breeds in an effort to combine &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/1Q_rByX9xGI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/5107392169528549872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=5107392169528549872&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/5107392169528549872" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/5107392169528549872" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/1Q_rByX9xGI/on-national-geographic-channel-tonight.html" title="The Science of Dogs" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/Sdf4iHR75NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/u4KONal-MDE/s72-c/bulldog+pup.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/04/on-national-geographic-channel-tonight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-7977159815791062176</id><published>2009-04-03T19:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:27:55.107-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="films with feathermaye" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feathermaye's friday five" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie reviews" /><title type="text">Take This Job And Shove It</title><summary type="html">My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it. ~Abraham LincolnAlways be smarter than the people who hire you. ~Lena HorneWhat work I have done I have done because it has been play. If it had been work I shouldn't have done it. ~Mark TwainI love my job; it's the work I hate. ~Everybody elseIf you were to ask ten random adults what the most amount of dissatisfaction in their lives is&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/2bYKawIeYwA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/7977159815791062176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=7977159815791062176&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/7977159815791062176" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/7977159815791062176" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/2bYKawIeYwA/take-this-job-and-shove-it.html" title="Take This Job And Shove It" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SdbQpYz7DmI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/NfGrFYADcSw/s72-c/we%27ll+train+you.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/04/take-this-job-and-shove-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-2867008307448619770</id><published>2009-04-01T15:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:52:44.798-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad jobs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad employers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="career" /><title type="text">When Bad Jobs Happen To Good People</title><summary type="html">Have you ever discovered something about yourself that made so much sense, you were stunned to not have noticed it sooner?It has become clear to me over the past six weeks or so that I have been suffering from anxiety. However, I never really equated what I was feeling or thinking with anxiety. I had no idea. It's only been since it started going away that I recognize it for what it is.Mostly, my&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/H7PO1QMqZAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/2867008307448619770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=2867008307448619770&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/2867008307448619770" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/2867008307448619770" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/H7PO1QMqZAY/when-bad-jobs-happen-to-good-people.html" title="When Bad Jobs Happen To Good People" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SdPiDXGh4xI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/jcncNAisBWE/s72-c/Businesswoman+-+Stressed+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/04/when-bad-jobs-happen-to-good-people.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-7868149963975523843</id><published>2009-03-28T08:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:03:52.901-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laughter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="road trip" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my brother" /><title type="text">Blame My Brother. I Do.</title><summary type="html">In February, my brother made a business trip to Texas that allowed us to spend a few days with him. Christopher is my only sibling, and for the most part we have always gotten along exceptionally well. We both enjoy a raucous (and sometimes raunchy) sense of humor, and when we are left to our own devices we typically bring everyone in the room with us (including ourselves) to tears of laughter as&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/tn5mGUcwLDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/7868149963975523843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=7868149963975523843&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/7868149963975523843" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/7868149963975523843" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/tn5mGUcwLDg/blame-my-brother-i-do.html" title="Blame My Brother. I Do." /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/03/blame-my-brother-i-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-6605149322684299251</id><published>2009-03-27T14:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:27:44.629-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="films with feathermaye" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feathermaye's friday five" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="renewable resources" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recycling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="upcycling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal resources" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie reviews" /><title type="text">Renewing Your Resources</title><summary type="html">The fact that the earth’s resources are running out should not be news to anyone. We can’t turn on the television, read a newspaper or magazine or even surf the internet without being confronted with depleted fuel sources, world-wide food shortages, dwindling water supplies and an ever-worsening atmospheric condition. We are pushed and pulled and prompted to make changes that will make a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/kTSM7I06F0g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/6605149322684299251/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=6605149322684299251&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/6605149322684299251" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/6605149322684299251" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/kTSM7I06F0g/renewing-your-resources.html" title="Renewing Your Resources" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/03/renewing-your-resources.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-6927561581067371265</id><published>2009-03-23T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:19:57.864-05:00</updated><title type="text">Crisis Averted</title><summary type="html">If you were paying attention, you'll know I posted about my anxiety attack over my scheduled hair cut. As luck would have it, there was little anxiety necessary!This was the back of my hair, before leaving:Healthy, but way too long for my tastes anymore. Besides, it had gotten so heavy that there was no volume left in the top at all.Now, the back is light and airy (although the picture is a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/Jinn40E40B0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/6927561581067371265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=6927561581067371265&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/6927561581067371265" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/6927561581067371265" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/Jinn40E40B0/crisis-averted.html" title="Crisis Averted" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/Scg-6Q9QACI/AAAAAAAAA64/YsN4TSlyE2w/s72-c/back+before.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/03/crisis-averted.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-460651414880931009</id><published>2009-03-23T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:19:32.880-05:00</updated><title type="text">Cashing In and Freaking Out</title><summary type="html">Today I have a 1:30 appointment to get a shampoo, conditioning treatment, hair cut, blow-dry and style. This is one of the series of salon treatments my husband got me for Valentine's day, and the first part of the package I'll be cashing in on.When it comes to haircuts, I get a bit freaked out by the whole thing. I can count on one hand how many hair cuts I've been pleased with in my adult life.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/_3fWz2X-C6E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/460651414880931009/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=460651414880931009&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/460651414880931009" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/460651414880931009" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/_3fWz2X-C6E/cashing-in-and-freaking-out.html" title="Cashing In and Freaking Out" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/03/cashing-in-and-freaking-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-8385655030384419562</id><published>2009-03-20T19:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:10:42.458-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving on" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie reviews" /><title type="text">Get A Move On</title><summary type="html">Much of my life over the past ten years has been spent in transition, and since I always try and learn something from my experiences, I’ve become quite the expert in moving. I know which boxes are strongest for my dishes, which tape tears easiest (without having to use my teeth) and how many books I can safely pack into one box without permanently injuring a grown man.My nomadic lifestyle (&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/2GdCAX_7jNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/8385655030384419562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=8385655030384419562&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/8385655030384419562" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/8385655030384419562" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/2GdCAX_7jNU/get-move-on.html" title="Get A Move On" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/03/get-move-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-2796746074604420000</id><published>2009-03-06T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:50:57.806-06:00</updated><title type="text">Real Live Women</title><summary type="html">In recent weeks, the media has been full of news about and for women. You can't read a single headline without encountering either a great achievement in women's issues or a perceived setback in the battle of the sexes. We're repeatedly presented with women that are pushing the envelope in their respective niches and we are invited to judge them: Is the octomom out of her mind? Is Barbie an &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/F7fes0mt4yY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/2796746074604420000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=2796746074604420000&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/2796746074604420000" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/2796746074604420000" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/F7fes0mt4yY/real-live-women.html" title="Real Live Women" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/03/real-live-women.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-4223901248102378126</id><published>2009-03-03T10:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:53:46.446-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="violence against women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rapex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rape" /><title type="text">Intimate Defenses - Revisited</title><summary type="html">A while back I blogged about a rape-defense product concept I had encountered while surfing the web. I received some pretty strong responses (both here and at a women's network) from women, all in agreement that they would not even consider using the device depicted. The primary concerns seemed to be 1.) The device would malfunction and actually harm the wearer and 2.) the rapist, incensed over &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/Q-W2P6yf3h8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/4223901248102378126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=4223901248102378126&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/4223901248102378126" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/4223901248102378126" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/Q-W2P6yf3h8/intimate-defenses-revisited.html" title="Intimate Defenses - Revisited" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/Sa1dsBjViTI/AAAAAAAAA6g/IG_hlVFJk-4/s72-c/femdefence.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/03/intimate-defenses-revisited.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-3221998375991060728</id><published>2009-02-26T22:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:05:36.601-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the commitments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this is spinal tap" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="still crazy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the five heartbeats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="musicians on call" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music in movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="that thing you do" /><title type="text">You Can't Stop The Musical Healing</title><summary type="html">Real life is full of more comedy, drama and music than any movie ever could be. The comic moments are what keep us afloat. The dramatic moments are what keep us grounded. But the music that fills the spaces in-between is the medicine that heals our souls.Musicians on Call is a non-profit organization that recognizes the beneficial power of music. Through numerous benefits and the fund-raising &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/EplvI7Vt7as" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/3221998375991060728/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=3221998375991060728&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/3221998375991060728" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/3221998375991060728" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/EplvI7Vt7as/you-cant-stop-music-healing.html" title="You Can't Stop The Musical Healing" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SaeZuoK8PwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/peTxkO9HcpI/s72-c/musicians+on+call.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/you-cant-stop-music-healing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-279725367129822348</id><published>2009-02-25T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:56:03.669-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breaking up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introspection" /><title type="text">A Friend. Indeed.</title><summary type="html">Just after Thanksgiving I began to suspect that I had been dumped out of a decade-long friendship. No explanation; no fight or conflict leading up to it. Just a matter of a dwindling of forwarded emails; a lack of response to my text messages; a failure to return phone calls; and one ignored Christmas card. It was, quite simply, just over.If I'm to be honest about the quality of the friendship &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/lzOgOQNszlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/279725367129822348/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=279725367129822348&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/279725367129822348" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/279725367129822348" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/lzOgOQNszlA/friend-indeed.html" title="A Friend. Indeed." /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/friend-indeed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-10392712402958202</id><published>2009-02-21T18:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:15:43.806-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the oscars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="academy awards" /><title type="text">Getting all glammed up, Oscar-style!</title><summary type="html">As I get all amped up for my version of the Superbowl, I am vacillating between my choices for the big event.I mean, this is The Oscars, y'all. Not just any-old-thing will do!In a frenzy, I've gone through my closet and tried everyone everything on. I've been met with some mixed results...I started with a bit of retro:But decided that the hair just wasn't gonna do it for me.So I moved on to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/jm98XpowxzM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/10392712402958202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=10392712402958202&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/10392712402958202" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/10392712402958202" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/jm98XpowxzM/getting-all-glammed-up-oscar-style.html" title="Getting all glammed up, Oscar-style!" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SaCjGNO5lMI/AAAAAAAAA5g/svKJ2EJeBs4/s72-c/feathermaye+and+joaquin+phoenix.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/getting-all-glammed-up-oscar-style.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-972637852950564131</id><published>2009-02-19T17:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:34:12.824-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hugh jackman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the oscars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="academy awards" /><title type="text">I'm A Hugh Fan!</title><summary type="html">I can only say this so plainly:I love Hugh Jackman.He's Emmy-winning! He's Tony-winning!! He was chosen as one of People Magazine's 50 Most Beautiful People five years in a row, and is the 2008 Sexiest Man Alive!!! I mean, just look at him:And as if all of that wasn't enough, this weekend the man himself is hosting my version of the Superbowl--The Academy Awards.There are only so many actors who &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/T-SxLB7sAjM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/972637852950564131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=972637852950564131&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/972637852950564131" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/972637852950564131" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/T-SxLB7sAjM/im-hugh-fan.html" title="I'm A Hugh Fan!" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SZ38aQvAQfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/vRnGcl2oyaQ/s72-c/hugh+headshot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/im-hugh-fan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-1982511971202515734</id><published>2009-02-18T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:35:43.703-06:00</updated><title type="text">Wear A Cup</title><summary type="html">Remember the ongoing storyline through a couple of Friends episodes where, just as Ross is boarding a flight to China, Chandler lets slip that Ross is in love with Rachel? Then, while Ross is gone, Rachel gets herself all jazzed up over the idea of being with Ross. And when Ross returns, Rachel meets him at the airport with flowers and an eager intent to acknowledge that she has feelings for him,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/Adrm1Gbyl1E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/1982511971202515734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=1982511971202515734&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/1982511971202515734" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/1982511971202515734" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/Adrm1Gbyl1E/wear-cup.html" title="Wear A Cup" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SZWnT6-wDJI/AAAAAAAAA44/qvnElvm3a1s/s72-c/BM73%7EKick-Crotch-Posters.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/wear-cup.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-752943925344724603</id><published>2009-02-12T23:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:54:14.545-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror films" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friday the thirteenth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feathermaye's friday five" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie reviews" /><title type="text">Oh, the horror!!</title><summary type="html">No single day is held in more fearful regard than Friday the 13th. It doesn’t matter which month it falls in, and the superstition itself exceeds racial boundaries, religious differences and generational gaps. Quite frankly, it’s the one day of any year guaranteed to freak a whole lot of people out. (And it happens three times in 2009!)The fancy word for the fear of this particular day is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/PCY4j9d5VeM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/752943925344724603/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=752943925344724603&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/752943925344724603" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/752943925344724603" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/PCY4j9d5VeM/oh-horror.html" title="Oh, the horror!!" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SZV7T_Ee2HI/AAAAAAAAA4w/m1avxkjan9o/s72-c/nosferatu2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/oh-horror.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-4897036146524818357</id><published>2009-02-11T08:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:52:40.525-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alisa bowman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happily married" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="project happily ever after" /><title type="text">Life After "I Do"</title><summary type="html">Some months back I discovered a website titled Project Happily Ever After.  Well, not discovered as in I was the first to tread upon its pages and mark it with my flag, but it was a personal discovery for me, and one for which I'm very grateful. I've visited many times since then, and each time I come away with something relevant to me and my life.You see, if there's one clear-cut lesson I've had&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/_y0EljcfrIc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/4897036146524818357/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=4897036146524818357&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/4897036146524818357" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/4897036146524818357" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/_y0EljcfrIc/life-after-i-do.html" title="Life After &quot;I Do&quot;" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/life-after-i-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-9110971778636091035</id><published>2009-02-11T01:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:40:06.743-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marvel comics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="graphic novel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the dark tower" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the gunslinger" /><title type="text">The Gunslinger Born and The Long Road Home</title><summary type="html">I've just finished reading the first two books in the graphic novel version of Stephen King's The Dark Tower Series.Book #1 is titled The Gunslinger Born and actually begins where Book #4 (Wizard and Glass) of King's original series falls.Roland, having just bested his teacher and earned the title of the youngest-ever Gunslinger, leads his life-long friends and gunslinger-apprentices Alain and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/1W-5G9x1BVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/9110971778636091035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=9110971778636091035&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/9110971778636091035" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/9110971778636091035" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/1W-5G9x1BVE/gunslinger-born-and-long-road-home.html" title="The Gunslinger Born and The Long Road Home" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SZJ6Pj2RAeI/AAAAAAAAA4g/kUU13LA-OKk/s72-c/darktowerlongroadhome01preview1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total 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height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/5881894130065552693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=5881894130065552693&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/5881894130065552693" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/5881894130065552693" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/4Q-OggyXpRU/what-mondays-are-good-for.html" title="What Monday's Are Good For" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/what-mondays-are-good-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-328579693555503820</id><published>2009-02-08T17:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:32:47.667-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing prompt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative writing" /><title type="text">In Pieces</title><summary type="html">(The following is a work of fiction, inspired by writing prompt #68 from here. It is mine, and copyright belongs to me.)***"I thought I saw movement off to the right but when I turned in that direction, there was nothing," the girl said. She lay on the chaise lounge in the therapist’s office. The shades were drawn over the large windows and the atmosphere was dim. "I moved deeper into the tunnel.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/0U0cAv-CwP0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/328579693555503820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=328579693555503820&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/328579693555503820" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/328579693555503820" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/0U0cAv-CwP0/in-pieces.html" title="In Pieces" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/in-pieces.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-5700282866082623878</id><published>2009-02-05T22:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:55:28.383-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the oscars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feathermaye's friday five" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dvd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="screenwriting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="academy awards" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winners" /><title type="text">Fifty Years of feathermaye Favorites</title><summary type="html">Okay, so here’s the deal.I’ve been debating with myself how to handle the weeks leading up to the 81st Annual Academy Awards in relationship to feathermaye’s Friday five. I mean, I could devote the next three weeks to purely Oscar-worthy stuff, but then I’d be completely overlooking the ideal palette provided to me with the naturally-occurring spectacle of next week’s Friday the 13th.And, even if&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/ZfMeuJJQ5FA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/5700282866082623878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=5700282866082623878&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/5700282866082623878" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/5700282866082623878" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/ZfMeuJJQ5FA/fifty-years-of-feathermaye-favorites.html" title="Fifty Years of feathermaye Favorites" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/02/fifty-years-of-feathermaye-favorites.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-4030928440338850436</id><published>2009-01-31T13:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:21:15.937-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="robert mckee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="library books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="screenwriting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><title type="text">My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. I got... I got...</title><summary type="html">...I got new library books!We're a little late getting into the swing of our new local library since moving to this part of Houston last fall. Usually it's one of the first things we do. I'm not sure now why it kept getting put off but we've remedied the situation and are in full-swing once again.The closest branch to us is actually quite small and mostly consists of children's titles, so I just &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/glyu2E79jWs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/4030928440338850436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=4030928440338850436&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/4030928440338850436" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/4030928440338850436" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/glyu2E79jWs/my-heart-is-racing-my-palms-are-sweaty.html" title="My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. I got... I got..." /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFRusiUgT1A/SYSnZSUuK9I/AAAAAAAAA2A/E9-xJZ7K9zw/s72-c/Library+books.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/01/my-heart-is-racing-my-palms-are-sweaty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-8407873393297378818</id><published>2009-01-30T20:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:27:09.539-06:00</updated><title type="text">Makeover Madness</title><summary type="html">I have been all wrapped up this week in giving makeovers. Not of the physical kind (although that, with my treadmill and other changes is taking place, too), but of the aesthetic and motivational kind.In an effort to get back on track with everything I've got going on, I have completely revamped my website and been working long and hard on getting my writing schedule nailed down. I've got a lot &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/YSVPFbpX0qU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/8407873393297378818/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=8407873393297378818&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/8407873393297378818" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/8407873393297378818" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/YSVPFbpX0qU/makeover-madness.html" title="Makeover Madness" /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/01/makeover-madness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171001865913015670.post-1768597964410008165</id><published>2009-01-29T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:27:45.576-06:00</updated><title type="text">Your eyes do not deceive you...</title><summary type="html">I'm cleaning house here at feathermaye.com. Fewer bells and quieter whistles are in the works...Please pardon my dust and potential broken shards while I finish tweaking the stuff in the corners. I still have no direction in which to take this thing, but at least I'll have a clearer path!!And, just a reminder: this Friday will be the last January installment in the feathermaye giveaway. The &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~4/ERqkgvyjIYU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.feathermaye.com/feeds/1768597964410008165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7171001865913015670&amp;postID=1768597964410008165&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/1768597964410008165" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7171001865913015670/posts/default/1768597964410008165" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/feathermaye/vMQR/~3/ERqkgvyjIYU/your-eyes-do-not-deceive-you.html" title="Your eyes do not deceive you..." /><author><name>i am feathermaye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08737755789005558579</uri><email>feathermaye@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08497204664056735703" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.feathermaye.com/2009/01/your-eyes-do-not-deceive-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
