<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310</id><updated>2012-02-01T09:08:24.004-05:00</updated><category term='Caffeine'/><category term='My Grass Is Blue'/><category term='Soundtrack'/><category term='Pumping Iron'/><category term='Google-age'/><category term='Warm Thoughts'/><category term='Brown Mountain'/><category term='Girl Power'/><category term='Farm Girl'/><category term='Jill&apos;s Undies'/><category term='African Books'/><category term='Warm Fuzzies'/><category term='Where in the World is'/><category term='Life Goes On'/><category term='Two Left Feet'/><category term='Ode'/><category term='Mac'/><category term='Lara David'/><category term='Work'/><category term='PAPA Fest'/><category term='Hank'/><category term='Thinking Topically'/><category term='Tiramisu'/><category term='Boookwatch'/><category term='Quiz'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Curlysis'/><category term='The Conference'/><category term='Boogers'/><category term='CrossRoads Missions'/><category term='Buy'/><category term='Bad Days'/><category term='Adoption'/><category term='Smilin&apos; With All My Teeth'/><category term='Blonde One'/><category term='Fernando'/><category term='depression'/><category term='A Bit O Hope'/><category term='Wear Red'/><category term='Forever Families'/><category term='The Big Apple'/><category term='On the Road Again'/><category term='Switchgrass'/><category term='Camp Heartland'/><category term='Mom and Dad'/><category term='Oh Danny-boy'/><category term='Dum-Dum-Duh-Dum'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Grateful Dead Shirt'/><category term='Foster Care'/><category term='Gift'/><category term='New Orleans'/><category term='Movie of my Life'/><category term='Let me tell you a Story'/><category term='Make for Me'/><category term='In the Kitchen'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Found'/><category term='peeps'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='Fat Tuesday'/><category term='Huntington&apos;s'/><category term='Amateur Radio'/><category term='New Digs'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='Sarah Gilbert'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='Wireless LoveLife'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='M'/><category term='&apos;Member When?'/><category term='GLWD'/><category term='Inconvenient Truth'/><category term='Stupid Cancer'/><category term='Fibro Monster'/><category term='Desktop Confessional'/><category term='Treehugger'/><category term='Terminally Single'/><category term='Dessert'/><category term='Hopewood'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Alternative Fuel'/><category term='Getting Philosophical'/><category term='On the Homeland'/><category term='Bucks'/><category term='Chocolate Party'/><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='Windtalker'/><category term='Self-Portrait Friday'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Menu for Hope'/><category term='Growing Pains'/><category term='Awesomeness'/><category term='It&apos;s Just a Number'/><category term='John Francis Fields'/><category term='Back in the Motherland'/><category term='She Works Hard for the Money'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='I is smart'/><category term='Not-So Baby Dave'/><category term='Seams to Me'/><category term='Blogdom'/><category term='Spork'/><category term='Thursday Thirteen'/><category term='Fun Facts'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Asheville'/><category term='San Francisco'/><category term='listage'/><category term='Wordy-Ness'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Luck of the Irish'/><category term='Life as a Student'/><category term='Borrow'/><category term='or Steal'/><category term='My Girls'/><category term='Oh My Aching Head'/><title type='text'>So Anyways...</title><subtitle type='html'>With a pause between trains of thought, striving to put to words my experiences, ideas, and other pieces of self.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>711</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6641407650542428018</id><published>2012-01-28T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:07:07.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just How Warm is is in January in the Mountains?</title><summary type='text'>I took this. In my yard. This afternoon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6641407650542428018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6641407650542428018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6641407650542428018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6641407650542428018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-how-warm-is-is-in-january-in.html' title='Just How Warm is is in January in the Mountains?'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QX-VljM0n7Q/TyRjekzAlKI/AAAAAAAAB8g/hrYTx_4YQ8o/s72-c/blogger-image-767460985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6491334781614905472</id><published>2012-01-26T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:50:10.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warm Fuzzies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fibro Monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesomeness'/><title type='text'>An Opening Book</title><summary type='text'>The internet is a wonderful place. Of course I think that - it's how I met Windtalker. Then again, it's how I met lots of people, including some of you.

Today there are some amazing things happening out there on the internets. I'm not just talking about how beautiful it is that you can buy your books from my favorite independent bookstore as easily (but more powerfully) than amazon. Today, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6491334781614905472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6491334781614905472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6491334781614905472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6491334781614905472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2012/01/opening-book.html' title='An Opening Book'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1079573903146834138</id><published>2012-01-24T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:22:41.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting it In</title><summary type='text'>1. I'll illustrate this with a picture of what I'm looking at, but you'll be disappointed. It's an empty plate (with a few tiny crumbs), a mostly-empty tiny mug, and a nearly empty water glass. And my work computer. Because I'm working from French Broad Chocolates today. Have I mentioned that life is good?

2. Life is good. It's weird for me, because people ask things like, "how's married life?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1079573903146834138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1079573903146834138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1079573903146834138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1079573903146834138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2012/01/fitting-it-in.html' title='Fitting it In'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FckUWKHpr08/Tx72ZEdxyiI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9V-_vW5UCd0/s72-c/FB-choc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7515001567415661240</id><published>2012-01-19T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:17:47.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Capturing My Awakened Heart These Days (Today)</title><summary type='text'>I've found that in shedding my 'student' cloak that has been dragging along with me for so many years, and in entering into this amazing marital situation I'm so lucky to have, my spirit is awakened. deeply.

Back when I first thought, "Yes, New Years Eve is the perfect day for the two of us to get married for all these many reasons," I knew it was just two weeks after graduation after a full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7515001567415661240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7515001567415661240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7515001567415661240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7515001567415661240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-capturing-my-awakened-heart.html' title='Things Capturing My Awakened Heart These Days (Today)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L0BuXbvS77o/TxhsJ8hrSTI/AAAAAAAAB78/YOR5cP_kMvw/s72-c/Sunlight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1379784595177984572</id><published>2012-01-10T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:47:33.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplishments</title><summary type='text'>It feels pretty ridiculous to call some of this "accomplishment", since it feels like I'm mostly amazingly-lucky, and certainly each contains magical elements that I did not construct. A few snapshots of the last few days. More to come (I hate to "spoil" it by telling you the stories without the pictures I don't yet have, so here are some pictures I DO have).

It's Official: I picked up the piece</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1379784595177984572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1379784595177984572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1379784595177984572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1379784595177984572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2012/01/accomplishments.html' title='Accomplishments'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MXlUHCu3J8/TwxpJikNekI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/h_8w20QzRUI/s72-c/DEdegree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2626186511253384970</id><published>2012-01-05T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:21:18.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm sitting here in bed in the dark (save for the light of my computer screen), listening to my husband's whiffling snore and I'm struck by so many things at once.

One, I'm clearly still a B. because I'm wide awake. Funny how adjusting my last name brought that back out. Well, not that funny. I think it has more to do with the staying up and sleeping in (and today's "lounge around the house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2626186511253384970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2626186511253384970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2626186511253384970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2626186511253384970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-im-sitting-here-in-bed-in-dark-save.html' title=''/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6351736173147151404</id><published>2011-12-24T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:05:14.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Homeland'/><title type='text'>Different, But Not That Different</title><summary type='text'>If you're part of my family, I know your gut reaction is to correct me, that this isn't TECHNICALLY part of the Christmas situation. I argue that not only did I just walk around in the middle of Case International territory, but I couldn't help but pick up this bag to share a bit of my family stories with Windtalker. 
I'm not in Illiana for the first time EVER for Christmas. It's ok. We're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6351736173147151404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6351736173147151404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6351736173147151404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6351736173147151404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/12/different-but-not-that-different.html' title='Different, But Not That Different'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xx1kGYOuJoM/TvYGNDlqtVI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/LoO3eblMw8Y/s72-c/blogger-image--79373269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4187587540869918839</id><published>2011-12-21T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:06:08.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot, lately. Actually, I've been "thinking" a lot for a long, long time. For one thing, it's hard for me to shut my brain off and just be present in the moment. I know I should, and I know it's important and I try. But just realize, it's there. But also, I've been so overwhelmingly busy, lately, that I haven't had much space for personal thinking. So now that I've checked "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4187587540869918839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4187587540869918839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4187587540869918839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4187587540869918839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-things.html' title='Some Things'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7107389361577949582</id><published>2011-12-20T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:41:14.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I is smart'/><title type='text'>Grad Glimpse</title><summary type='text'>This is a snapshot of a proof from my graduation (I realize it's not entirely kosher to have it on here, but it's branded and a small file - and if you want to purchase a real one - this or one of the others, you can let me know and I'll pass it along. It's not cheap). Not my favorite, but at least it's a glimpse. In all our rushing around, Windtalker and I didn't get a picture of me in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7107389361577949582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7107389361577949582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7107389361577949582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7107389361577949582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/12/grad-glimpse.html' title='Grad Glimpse'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v8xIbdSnMF8/TvCeMUXV0gI/AAAAAAAAB7I/7b8uNywhKRE/s72-c/Grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5976682178199904199</id><published>2011-12-17T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:23:28.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 17 To Do List</title><summary type='text'>1. Become a Mastress (Arts- Professional Communication &amp; Community Studies)

2. Move to a new State &amp; live happily ever after with Windtalker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5976682178199904199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5976682178199904199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5976682178199904199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5976682178199904199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-17-to-do-list.html' title='December 17 To Do List'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8ArOh-ezpbY/Tuz6PmZQd8I/AAAAAAAAB7A/qZKEWfijqNA/s72-c/blogger-image--170707168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5647465627418366083</id><published>2011-12-12T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:41:09.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Something Happy</title><summary type='text'>Sigh.
Friends, sometimes I get tired. I mean, that's no major surprise. Fibromyalgia's a bitch.
What I mean is that sometimes I get weary of life and don't have the restraint to keep from cussing in the first sentences that leave my fingers. The physical tiredness and the mental weariness tend to be kissing cousins.

I'm nearly done, so nearly done with school. I have one paper left. It's due </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5647465627418366083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5647465627418366083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5647465627418366083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5647465627418366083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/12/tell-me-something-happy.html' title='Tell Me Something Happy'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pVRoIF-To/TuYuTuyFBDI/AAAAAAAAB64/riGgVvdDK5g/s72-c/How-I-Feel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2526729910714434224</id><published>2011-12-01T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:20:04.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While Drinking Mello Jello &amp; Listening to African Music &amp; Wondering if I Should Clean Off My Desk Before I Leave, Today</title><summary type='text'>I know. I owe you. And if you could see the list of draft posts I've started over the last few weeks, you might believe I've been thinking about you. Or you might think they're really me, thinking about these things that have been happening.

1. I passed my comprehensive exams.
Yeah. I did that. I was honestly shocked when my advisor said, "annnd, I'm just calling to tell you that you passed!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2526729910714434224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2526729910714434224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2526729910714434224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2526729910714434224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/12/while-drinking-mello-jello-listening-to.html' title='While Drinking Mello Jello &amp; Listening to African Music &amp; Wondering if I Should Clean Off My Desk Before I Leave, Today'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-UJ7OToH4Q/TtfvRH7KxEI/AAAAAAAAB6w/jN6d25dXsEM/s72-c/LMH-going-green.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2054746877368736584</id><published>2011-11-16T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:57:40.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Old Traditions Made New</title><summary type='text'>A [long] time ago, it feels so long in some ways and close in others, my life included several important traditions. Thanksgiving was spent traveling to Grandma Carol's house and enjoying the noodles (if you try to tell me Thanksgiving tables musn't hold noodles, I'll cut you). Christmas Eve was at my Grandma Reta's house, and you couldn't open the presents until the dishes were washed - although</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2054746877368736584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2054746877368736584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2054746877368736584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2054746877368736584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-traditions-made-new.html' title='Old Traditions Made New'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1328328563030369402</id><published>2011-11-14T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:54:18.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Works Hard for the Money'/><title type='text'>You didn't actually think it was going to ease up? Did you?</title><summary type='text'>If you point out that I suggested such a thing, well, you may end up getting your HEAD RIPPED OFF!! But at least it'll be from a distance. The odds are slim you'll get "lucky" enough to be close enough to me for it to happen until mid-December. [She said, still operating under the illusion that once the semester is over, life gets simpler.]

Somehow I had the idea that if I could just get through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1328328563030369402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1328328563030369402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1328328563030369402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1328328563030369402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-didnt-actually-think-it-was-going.html' title='You didn&apos;t actually think it was going to ease up? Did you?'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7977241284125432038</id><published>2011-11-06T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:53:12.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And UNTIL then...</title><summary type='text'>Soon, and very soon, I'm going to get all kinds of philosophical on your [ahem] be-hinds.
But for now I'm trying to be a good girl and focus on my Comprehensive [Exit] Exams - this week.

Think good thoughts. Please!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7977241284125432038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7977241284125432038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7977241284125432038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7977241284125432038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-until-then.html' title='And UNTIL then...'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2285031335352378681</id><published>2011-11-03T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:35:06.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things That Matter (&amp; the things that don't)</title><summary type='text'>What Matters: I am getting married in 58 days to this person I never actually believed existed. I wasn't ever sure if I believe in the one, nor will my rational mind agree with the idea. What I do know is that all of those things that I ever wanted, that I ever needed, even the "imperfections" and needs: they are contained in this one person. It's the craziest thing I've ever experienced - and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2285031335352378681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2285031335352378681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2285031335352378681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2285031335352378681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-that-matter-things-that-dont.html' title='The Things That Matter (&amp; the things that don&apos;t)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Velm1WPEH2g/TrLQSwrJ0WI/AAAAAAAAB6o/yf2_16Sjo_U/s72-c/note.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8805433533264011052</id><published>2011-10-14T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:09:23.034-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fibro Monster'/><title type='text'>A Delicate Balance</title><summary type='text'>I've learned that the trick to living with fibromyalgia, and perhaps also to living itself, is figuring out how to cut yourself some slack, without letting yourself off the hook. A delicate balance.

For example, it's Friday. I got a running start at Friday, and was proud of my accomplishments, sailing along on the downhill, when I realized right before it hit that I was wearing out waaay too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8805433533264011052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8805433533264011052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8805433533264011052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8805433533264011052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/10/delicate-balance.html' title='A Delicate Balance'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5217442177349859572</id><published>2011-10-07T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:32:52.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep On A Shinin'</title><summary type='text'>I know... Three posts from me in one week is a lot like overkill, or at least, "really, Jill Be? You have that much to say?"

I do.

Frankly, I'd take down yesterday's whining, but some day I'll reflect back over it and remember. And also, y'all said things. Comments are always nice, and I'd hate to delete 'em. Especially when my family is all a-provin' that they're supportive in good ways.

I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5217442177349859572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5217442177349859572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5217442177349859572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5217442177349859572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/10/keep-on-shinin.html' title='Keep On A Shinin&apos;'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2167979637459411972</id><published>2011-10-06T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:22:26.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dum-Dum-Duh-Dum'/><title type='text'>Opinions Are Like Belly Buttons. Everybody Has One.</title><summary type='text'>I've heard it. I know it applies to other people's lives. I just [foolishly] believed that since my family is usually quite careful about not-pushing on these kind of things, that it wouldn't trickle down to me.

I know.

Stop laughing.

It's my fault in part. I tend to over-share (you know that, you're reading my blog). I also have a thick skull. So if something bears concern or question, I seek</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2167979637459411972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2167979637459411972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2167979637459411972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2167979637459411972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/10/opinions-are-like-belly-buttons.html' title='Opinions Are Like Belly Buttons. Everybody Has One.'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFxVFYkVWc0/To3_h_KKV4I/AAAAAAAAB6c/o1T6T2h_acY/s72-c/dress-n-boots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4702381141415414844</id><published>2011-10-04T10:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:19:06.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down &amp; Dirty Questions &amp; Topics (you can  help me out here)</title><summary type='text'>I finally asked if the time for my Comprehensive Exams has been set, yet. They have. It's about the best option I can hope for at this point. (short of a magic bunny who says, "Just Kidding -  you don't have to do them at all!") November 9-11, in the mornings. That's a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. My classes are Monday-Wednesday, so it's the "lighter" part of my week. It's not the week I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4702381141415414844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4702381141415414844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4702381141415414844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4702381141415414844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/10/down-dirty-questions-topics-you-can.html' title='Down &amp; Dirty Questions &amp; Topics (you can  help me out here)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z70ljxEej4U/TosdkTzCbCI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/JrfCTklyTQU/s72-c/Adam_2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-706188836937988642</id><published>2011-09-27T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:51:21.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on the Sunny Side</title><summary type='text'>I have a rather "weird" life compared to most people.
Most of us could say that, really. Even a "normal" lifestyle is pretty bizarre to most-other people. You might claim "boring", but that's only if you let it be.
(if you think your life is boring, start living! What have you always wanted to do? to try?? Could you start taking a daily walk, or learning something you've always wanted to, or work</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/706188836937988642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=706188836937988642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/706188836937988642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/706188836937988642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/09/keep-on-sunny-side.html' title='Keep on the Sunny Side'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3392847197443970336</id><published>2011-09-22T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:52:31.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dum-Dum-Duh-Dum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>100 Days</title><summary type='text'>Oh, p.s. Today is 100 days until Windtalker &amp; I get married. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3392847197443970336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3392847197443970336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3392847197443970336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3392847197443970336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/09/100-days.html' title='100 Days'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1721559764008985479</id><published>2011-09-22T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:50:31.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google-age'/><title type='text'>Welcome &amp; Good Evening to You</title><summary type='text'>Every now and then I pause to check my blog stats. Not because I get a lot of hits, or because I obsess over who visits (or who doesn't). Just curiosity. If I checked more often than every now and then, I'd probably obsess. I'll be honest.

The best stats are the referrals - how people get to my blog. For the 3 of you who visit regularly that is either blank because you typed/clicked/bookmarked/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1721559764008985479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1721559764008985479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1721559764008985479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1721559764008985479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-good-evening-to-you.html' title='Welcome &amp; Good Evening to You'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e0-pUYeBec8/Tnt1URzrn-I/AAAAAAAAB6U/st6jmAlHoX8/s72-c/Sheboygan_Lake_Michigan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3857619638420291782</id><published>2011-09-13T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:20:39.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dum-Dum-Duh-Dum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>With a Heavy Heart (and a lighter hand)</title><summary type='text'>They say that when you get married, things go wrong. You're going to turn into bridezilla and freak out when someone stains your dress before you get to wear it, or when a vendor can't distinguish between the cream and the off-white tablecloths, or something. Even the people who are all "be laid back and go with the flow" say they freaked out and things went terribly wrong and it was all okay in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3857619638420291782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3857619638420291782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3857619638420291782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3857619638420291782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-heavy-heart-and-lighter-hand.html' title='With a Heavy Heart (and a lighter hand)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMOQQoDXrLA/Tm-BZK8aBpI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/-mO08Emv30I/s72-c/THE_Ring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3953024033631798435</id><published>2011-09-09T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:15:42.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as a Student'/><title type='text'>Two Weeks In</title><summary type='text'>Wow. So it's been a while. If I'm counting right, and I'm certainly not sure that I am, it's been 18 days. Which seems both forever and not so long, depending on who is counting and why. To be honest (and beat that dead horse everyone does from time to time), things have gotten really busy. Surely you can't be surprised. But I've felt something bubbling up over the last few days, a desire to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3953024033631798435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3953024033631798435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3953024033631798435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3953024033631798435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-weeks-in.html' title='Two Weeks In'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaPXLDz5xlE/TmoY92HoVcI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Q5ht36-UTQ8/s72-c/sunshades.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4431248897046470091</id><published>2011-08-21T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:17:08.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things</title><summary type='text'>This Post by Liz about body image, and pregnancy, and being a "small" gal. It speaks to me, and I'd bet it'll speak to you if you let it. 

This Post over at yes and yes is full of awesome. If you need to buy someone a gift, go check out the awesomeness. If you're trying not to spend money, do not go check it out.

This Post by a newish friend, Laura (not to be confused with Lara David) (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4431248897046470091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4431248897046470091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4431248897046470091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4431248897046470091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-things.html' title='A Few Things'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5602224804756808164</id><published>2011-08-08T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:42:25.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Save The Date</title><summary type='text'>In case the news affects you, and you haven't heard it yet, there is a date, and a time, and a place.

New Year's Eve 2011
My Town
My Church

You're Welcome, of Course.
As long as you intend to help us celebrate this awesomeness. We don't want troubles. 

There will be joy. And happiness. And Chocolate.
Perhaps that is redundant.

Love,
Jill B</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5602224804756808164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5602224804756808164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5602224804756808164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5602224804756808164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/08/save-date.html' title='Save The Date'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4149848190012797807</id><published>2011-08-01T10:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:30:08.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listage'/><title type='text'>Straightforward Yet Rambly</title><summary type='text'>Hi. Can I share a few things with you? It's fairly hot around here, and I'm a rather blunt person. So being to-the-point shouldn't be a surprise.

I've recently become acquainted with wedding blogs. While I was nominally aware of the whole Wedding-Industrial-Complex (WIC), and was never interested in it, I maintain this disinterest now that it's semi-applicable in my life. Part of that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4149848190012797807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4149848190012797807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4149848190012797807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4149848190012797807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/08/straightforward-yet-rambly.html' title='Straightforward Yet Rambly'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V75TOc67xCs/Tja3oNetA2I/AAAAAAAAB5w/q7trCyataq0/s72-c/7.31.11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5731107493690028725</id><published>2011-07-27T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:44:04.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through it all, I am Blessed</title><summary type='text'>Straight up? I had a pretty terrible past week. As I explained to a friend this morning,
It's not that any of the experiences has been more than I can handle, or would manage well if I were in a good frame of mind, but all compounded and building/drawing from each other... It's overwhelming.
(or I said something along those lines)

I won't go into all of it, but some highlights?
My Aunt Jean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5731107493690028725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5731107493690028725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5731107493690028725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5731107493690028725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/07/through-it-all-i-am-blessed.html' title='Through it all, I am Blessed'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9Dq6l3KndE/TjAj-ls8a-I/AAAAAAAAB5s/fqYXrI0sojE/s72-c/NewPurpleNails.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-599042544211381676</id><published>2011-07-18T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:03:27.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Works Hard for the Money'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In a nutshell, this is my day. If by "nutshell" you mean "tweet", and if by "day" you mean "afternoon". The morning was a little more overwhelming with a side order or neurotic. 

Last week I stopped by Other Boss's Office to drop off some things that had been collecting in my office (as my office is actually a 15 minute walk involving a significant hill). His assistant said, "have you not told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/599042544211381676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=599042544211381676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/599042544211381676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/599042544211381676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-nutshell-this-is-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8173669105783972304</id><published>2011-07-11T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:30:33.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so. hot. (hush, Windtalker, you know what I mean) It's seriously, seriously hot right now. That's just not right! It's 7:42 p.m. and it's still over 90 degrees. When I was little, I swear the hot part of the day was between 10:00 and 2:00. Even my "get outside and play" family let you stay in during the heat of the day. Yet here I sit. On the floor. In my semi-air conditioned bedroom. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8173669105783972304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8173669105783972304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8173669105783972304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8173669105783972304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deT2ynaxpkI/ThuU1Q5OgGI/AAAAAAAAB5g/YhPKQ7Coe7I/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7426719082131123604</id><published>2011-07-07T14:29:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:37:43.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listage'/><title type='text'>The Accomplished! The Undone! The Try Again! (Part 2) aka "Downsized"</title><summary type='text'>Today's (Okay, yesterday's, but I got sidetracked and didn't get it posted yesterday) To-Do List Catch-Up is really just 1 item. Mostly because it seems to have garnered the most reaction. But also because I actually took quite a few accompanying pictures. 
To read the first day's Recap click here (you don't have to, it wasn't that interesting). 
The Accomplished 3. Make a realistic 18 month </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7426719082131123604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7426719082131123604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7426719082131123604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7426719082131123604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/07/accomplished-undone-try-again-part-2.html' title='The Accomplished! The Undone! The Try Again! (Part 2) aka &quot;Downsized&quot;'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipOIfzqIn5o/ThX2UuLB1bI/AAAAAAAAB4o/KbOdSwOecyc/s72-c/Green-wrap-top.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4500988132663691567</id><published>2011-07-05T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:52:23.769-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listage'/><title type='text'>The Accomplished! The Undone! The Try Again! (Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0                           false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4500988132663691567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4500988132663691567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4500988132663691567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4500988132663691567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/07/accomplished-undone-try-again-part-1.html' title='The Accomplished! The Undone! The Try Again! (Part 1)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4Rld9TAZH4/ThNA5WsDp9I/AAAAAAAAB34/_V_t7reuYrY/s72-c/I+Love+You.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7617732334386872802</id><published>2011-07-04T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:39:03.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where in the World is'/><title type='text'>Things I Love, July 4th Black Mountain Edition</title><summary type='text'>So I now spend a significant amount of my waking (and sleeping) hours in Black Mountain, NC these days. Not because I'm retreating or touristing here... well, sort of I guess. A certain lovely man lives here.

For those who don't know, Black Mountain is sort-of a suburb of Asheville. It's relatively small, has a vibrant tourist community, and benefits from the Western North Carolina Love Local </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7617732334386872802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7617732334386872802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7617732334386872802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7617732334386872802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-love-july-4th-black-mountain.html' title='Things I Love, July 4th Black Mountain Edition'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMYU7IVcFD4/ThHbzgUHP4I/AAAAAAAAB30/0Gvc9UAlmYo/s72-c/Earth_Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6031785696001689016</id><published>2011-06-25T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:38:20.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wireless LoveLife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>The End of My Wireless Love Life</title><summary type='text'>This is the end of my online dating career. If you can call a few interesting stories, some non-starts, and one tremendous success a career. 

Remember Windtalker?


He is going to be my Windtalker.  Forever. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6031785696001689016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6031785696001689016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6031785696001689016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6031785696001689016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-my-wireless-love-life.html' title='The End of My Wireless Love Life'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz3cUnFH9c0/Tb2Z0gPxSmI/AAAAAAAAB2k/PKSJOMZYbHg/s72-c/Windtalker_Breakfast-Picnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3383697129693453146</id><published>2011-06-24T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:32:55.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Found'/><title type='text'>Linky Links</title><summary type='text'>I stumble across a lot of awesome things out there on the internets. Almost always these are highlighted by a friend on their blog, on twitter, or occasionally by email or Facebook (because, let's face it, blogs and Twitter are where the cool kids hang out). Point being - it's not because I'm some awesomely skilled finder. You've seen these posts from me in the past, and this isn't much different</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3383697129693453146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3383697129693453146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3383697129693453146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3383697129693453146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/06/linky-links.html' title='Linky Links'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oS5CP8UNd5A/TgSQObPvAII/AAAAAAAAB3s/T7t7_WA44gw/s72-c/purple-streak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1931811816693112559</id><published>2011-06-20T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:47:59.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><title type='text'>Happily Ever After?</title><summary type='text'>I never believed in happily ever after, ask anyone who has known me for longer than a year.

Growing up I LOVED movies that didn't end like a movie. The ones that  leave people disappointed and wishing for a post script that fixes the  problems or loose ends left hanging. I cherished those movies. They mirrored real life, and don't we all need a better grasp on reality?

Then life got really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1931811816693112559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1931811816693112559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1931811816693112559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1931811816693112559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/06/happily-ever-after.html' title='Happily Ever After?'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6677929035823799887</id><published>2011-06-08T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:47:14.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listage'/><title type='text'>What a Difference a Week Makes</title><summary type='text'>
 Whew. It's been a LO-o-o-o-o-o-o-ong time (did you catch that? If you did, you just made me smile) since last Wednesday. So you have two questions, right?

Question 1: How am I doing with the long separation? 
Answer 1: I'm doing okay. Ups and downs. Windtalker can attest to that better than just about anybody. But I'm especially happy to be using my Dripolator mug today. It's a long, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6677929035823799887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6677929035823799887' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6677929035823799887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6677929035823799887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-difference-week-makes.html' title='What a Difference a Week Makes'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IbjUaz_NQ6s/Te97fNPlBFI/AAAAAAAAB3E/ATvWcXrZtqs/s72-c/Baking_Box.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5332645529154703717</id><published>2011-06-06T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:32:55.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><title type='text'>It's a Small, Small World</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been pondering amazed by reminded that the internet is this big, awesome community. I'm sure the written word, printing machines, and telephones felt like similar advances when they happened, but it's hard to believe they are as connecting. For one thing, they all have limitations that the internet has surpassed. Written words can be exchanged, but with a significant time lag - even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5332645529154703717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5332645529154703717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5332645529154703717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5332645529154703717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-small-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a Small, Small World'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5084204587236107854</id><published>2011-06-01T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:18:45.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desktop Confessional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>Passing the Time Like a Single Girl, Again</title><summary type='text'>Killing time while Windtalker is out of town isn't as easy as you'd think. If you thought it might be easy.

My plan was to catch up with friends I hadn't seen much (since I added Windtalker to my life). Catch up on things I'd been lax about (ie. cleaning the toilet and such nonsense). Try not to focus on what I've not, and instead on what I've (that is -&gt; I + have). But it turns out my friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5084204587236107854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5084204587236107854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5084204587236107854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5084204587236107854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/06/passing-time-like-single-girl-again.html' title='Passing the Time Like a Single Girl, Again'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TljuWDTyHfg/TeZ0P2U1lJI/AAAAAAAAB24/TK8U-gcJx2o/s72-c/Dripolator_Old-school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-166722950841014370</id><published>2011-05-30T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:01:07.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listage'/><title type='text'>Living With Abandon (err, Reasonableness)</title><summary type='text'>So, Brandy (a la brainyjane) turned me onto an idea we've all pondered (I hope). Living. Specifically, reckless living. Has me thinking about what my list would include.

I know, lately I've been pretty MIA. Life's been busy. Some big work projects (done, now). Hopefully work will stay pretty mild for the next while. Check that, for a long, long while. I want my summer to be about being all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/166722950841014370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=166722950841014370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/166722950841014370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/166722950841014370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-brandy-la-brainyjane-turned-me-onto.html' title='Living With Abandon (err, Reasonableness)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-974451854696713095</id><published>2011-05-20T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T10:42:59.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listage'/><title type='text'>I Can Talk About OTHER Things, See??</title><summary type='text'>I admit it. There is nothing and everything going on in my life right now. But if I tell you more about the everything, you may scream bloody murder.
(see: I can't seem to talk about anything but Windtalker - for good reason)
But I also keep trying to talk (only to find my drafts dissolving into painful drivel that nobody wants to read because it doesn't actually matter, or make sense, or isn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/974451854696713095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=974451854696713095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/974451854696713095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/974451854696713095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-can-talk-about-other-things-see.html' title='I Can Talk About OTHER Things, See??'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CybT3VBZg_Y/TdZ7ooMheOI/AAAAAAAAB2s/TdyALUxt0Ks/s72-c/brotip261.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6238028112154454064</id><published>2011-05-13T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:34:44.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>A Different List Than The One I OUGHT To Be Making</title><summary type='text'>Pre-Script. In loading this photo onto computer-then-blog I got my first BIG glimpse of it (outside of my phone, which is how it was taken). I had to stop and gaze for a moment as it filled my screen. Yes. You're in for a load of this kinda mush.
 
Gasp! My Blogger Dashboard loaded! If you're a blogger blogger, you know exactly what I mean. How can it be down for DAYS?! What's with all the error </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6238028112154454064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6238028112154454064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6238028112154454064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6238028112154454064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/05/different-list-than-one-i-ought-to-be.html' title='A Different List Than The One I OUGHT To Be Making'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QsBRuf6E3k/Tc1tElmoNqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/CRGLuhmdpYM/s72-c/MothersDayPic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-134164649272306307</id><published>2011-05-01T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:54:35.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On the Road Again'/><title type='text'>Jill B &amp; Windtalker - Coming to a Home Near You</title><summary type='text'>I told Curlysis I'd posted about this, but then I realized I was wrong. I wrote a post that mentioned it, but never published it.

Windtalker and I will be in your neighborhood this week. If you're in Ohio or Illinois (or in-between).

See You Soon! (?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/134164649272306307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=134164649272306307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/134164649272306307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/134164649272306307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/05/jill-b-windtalker-coming-to-home-near.html' title='Jill B &amp; Windtalker - Coming to a Home Near You'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-466134739705603809</id><published>2011-04-29T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:34:25.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><title type='text'>It's Not FAIR! Or Is it? Or It IS?</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've found myself in a lot of discussions that revolve around the idea of what is fair. I'm not talking about the "he got more ice cream than me!" kind (although, perhaps I am). Most of these discussions compare me to someone else, and I'm either less lucky, or moreso. And that's the way we think, I suppose. We think of ourselves in relation to someone else or something else. We only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/466134739705603809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=466134739705603809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/466134739705603809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/466134739705603809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-not-fair-or-is-it-or-it-is.html' title='It&apos;s Not FAIR! Or Is it? Or It IS?'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1736486673432482902</id><published>2011-04-26T20:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:50:24.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>Just Awesomeness</title><summary type='text'>Not so much going on here. Well, except lots of awesome. Need an example?

I put together little Easter baskets for Windtalker and his roommate and his dog. Of course I did. I'm my mother's child. And my grandmother's granddaughter. And, well, me. No problem. It's how I roll.

But guess what?!
Windtalker pays so much attention. It's awesome. He put together a little Easter surprise for me. Three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1736486673432482902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1736486673432482902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1736486673432482902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1736486673432482902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-awesomeness.html' title='Just Awesomeness'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdyGeapjv4k/TbdlNU5Ey0I/AAAAAAAAB2c/Wb7vVWJwslE/s72-c/HappyEaster-from-Windtalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2390541051389875416</id><published>2011-04-20T15:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:01:58.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as a Student'/><title type='text'>No Pot Was Involved In This Revelation (I Don't Think) (It's 4 20, Dudes)</title><summary type='text'>I've decided it's a good thing that my thesis was canceled.

I mean, I wanted to do it. I wanted to from the time it was an option. As far as I was concerned, it was the only option. A project? One that wraps up into a nicely organized treatise on something you find interesting? Proof that you accomplished something? Yes, please!

Early on,when they talked about how Theses and Comprehensive Exams</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2390541051389875416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2390541051389875416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2390541051389875416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2390541051389875416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-pot-was-involved-in-this-revelation.html' title='No Pot Was Involved In This Revelation (I Don&apos;t Think) (It&apos;s 4 20, Dudes)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-naM9QG7-_L8/Ta85pT3_ZWI/AAAAAAAAB2U/ioNRQl8IJts/s72-c/Mantra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2282322899739038660</id><published>2011-04-12T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:36:12.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Tuesday, and I am sitting in the Ithaca Bakery. Actually, I think proper grammar would have me take out the word "the", because Ithaca Bakery is the name of a place, not just a bakery in Ithaca.

Ooh, and I just saw someone walk by with an "Ithaca is Gorges" shirt. I have always wanted one (well, "always" since Secre-Sarah told me about them, and then I subsequently glimpsed a few of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2282322899739038660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2282322899739038660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2282322899739038660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2282322899739038660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-tuesday-and-i-am-sitting-in-ithaca.html' title=''/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ThY1wGu1mw/TaS26zuPUaI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/ka3II_jW07U/s72-c/IthacaBakery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8146442346320101300</id><published>2011-04-08T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:27:41.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Portrait Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>A Changing Portrait</title><summary type='text'>I mean, you could argue that we're all changing, all the time. Or at least, I hope we are. Some times our image of self is changed by external events. Well, sort of. It gets all tangled up in that whole concept of destiny, being a victim of circumstance, and other things that aren't mine to talk about tonight. But my point here is that we're always changing who we are - sometimes consciously, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8146442346320101300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8146442346320101300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8146442346320101300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8146442346320101300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/04/changing-portrait.html' title='A Changing Portrait'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hLrK_k8GLA/TZ_CMi7RjlI/AAAAAAAAB18/MpamBN9ye1Q/s72-c/MaxPatch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3874151532781395990</id><published>2011-04-04T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:15:32.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listage'/><title type='text'>Ten Things I Love</title><summary type='text'>1. The perfect opportunity for playing hooky. This time it includes an absolutely gorgeous day (sunny, 70's, breezy, so green), a work day that includes nothing necessary or immediate, wonderful coworkers, a meeting that didn't make me cry, 2 cups of coffee, Jersey Mike's, finishing a book, and generally good spirits. Oh, and remembering where I'd storied my camp chair so I could sit on my porch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3874151532781395990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3874151532781395990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3874151532781395990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3874151532781395990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/04/ten-things-i-love.html' title='Ten Things I Love'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7181660294869247603</id><published>2011-04-01T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:00:12.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let me tell you a Story'/><title type='text'>An Oily Situation</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how predictions sometimes come true. But perhaps I should offer some backstory, first.


Backstory Part 1:
I joined twitter a while ago. I'd be obnoxious and pinpoint it to a date, but it's not in my account settings, and I wearied of searching my gmail account for a startup email. I'm going to say it's been at least two years, because Secre-Sarah and I used twitter at work. Two years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7181660294869247603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7181660294869247603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7181660294869247603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7181660294869247603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/04/oily-situation.html' title='An Oily Situation'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8776510566947043082</id><published>2011-03-30T21:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T21:37:23.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windtalker'/><title type='text'>Windtalker</title><summary type='text'>If you read very carefully, and catch little details that I may have thrown in as hints over the last few weeks, you might have noticed that there's something new going on in my life. In other words, you may have caught it if we share a last name (&amp; therefore, penchant for noticing details). Or if you already know about it and therefore caught the tiny comments as they passed by amid my ramblings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8776510566947043082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8776510566947043082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8776510566947043082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8776510566947043082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/windtalker.html' title='Windtalker'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiZVbyq7zt0/TZPVrUDotxI/AAAAAAAAB14/KKxJjRTtnLU/s72-c/Red_Flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3956420758422452972</id><published>2011-03-23T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:38:24.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Cancer'/><title type='text'>Near &amp; Dear to My uhhh.... Heart</title><summary type='text'>So, a topic that is near and dear to me, and a lot of us, is cancer. Specifically, colorectal cancer. The absolutely best, simplest, least-expensive, most-effective, awesomest way to fight this is by getting a colonoscopy. Rumors &amp; horror stories abound, but the bottom line is this. It's not really so "bad" anymore, and if you're "clean" you're good to go for a few years. And if you're not, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3956420758422452972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3956420758422452972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3956420758422452972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3956420758422452972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/near-dear-to-my-uhhh-heart.html' title='Near &amp; Dear to My uhhh.... Heart'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E_ofMt-LpQA/TYo9WlNCriI/AAAAAAAAB10/WhypGyIwxOs/s72-c/ColoPin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3424092811550157301</id><published>2011-03-21T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:37:31.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sugar Baby, Baby!!</title><summary type='text'>I know, you're going to be as excited about this as I am.


Sugar Baby is apparently out early. Not surprising in this world where book release dates mean nothing, where online giants start early runs by everyone. I'd be offended, but mostly I'm excited. I was skeptical about this book for about 38 seconds. But then I read what Gesine Bullock-Prado had to say, and I became a "joiner".

To be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3424092811550157301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3424092811550157301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3424092811550157301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3424092811550157301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-sugar-baby-baby.html' title='It&apos;s Sugar Baby, Baby!!'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nm4_0FcZRnA/TYdS1RZcPmI/AAAAAAAAB1s/yTOfkDCV18o/s72-c/Sugar_Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8155129920078911139</id><published>2011-03-18T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:26:22.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Portrait Friday'/><title type='text'>Self Portrait Friday: Sharing Tunes</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been engaged in a healthy (&amp; fun) bit of sharing music. Some pieces have been specifically recommended, others have been more general suggestions (ie. an artist). So, today's glimpse of JillBe is musical.

Okay, for starters, NPR Music recently had the collaboration between the Carolina Chocolate Drops (woot) and the Luminescent Orchestrii (Was that this week? Last? It's a blur). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8155129920078911139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8155129920078911139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8155129920078911139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8155129920078911139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/self-portrait-friday-sharing-tunes.html' title='Self Portrait Friday: Sharing Tunes'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Egra25z7ya8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2421195882833480019</id><published>2011-03-16T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:50:55.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday: For Curlysis</title><summary type='text'>

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2421195882833480019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2421195882833480019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2421195882833480019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2421195882833480019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday-for-curlysis.html' title='Wordless Wednesday: For Curlysis'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uqDKzgoIfMw/TYEGTVVh_CI/AAAAAAAAB1g/ACWLBFzMrJU/s72-c/Ex-Factor-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7146642518752137297</id><published>2011-03-10T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:46:47.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Goes On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bit O Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as a Student'/><title type='text'>About that Whole "Graduate Degree" Thing</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I wrote a witty post. I was thinking a wee bit irrationally, though, so I decided to just save it and return later (so I could better judge if it was witty or crazy - fine line). Now that I've come back to it and read it a couple of times, I realize it's kind of both. I personally find it witty. But that's because I live inside my head, whereas you, dear friend, are over there. You may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7146642518752137297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7146642518752137297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7146642518752137297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7146642518752137297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/about-that-whole-graduate-degree-thing.html' title='About that Whole &quot;Graduate Degree&quot; Thing'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bgHx0TNsvgg/TXkLUAV2PuI/AAAAAAAAB1c/QUAlMFa5EpU/s72-c/MyRedPumps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2448206722596453395</id><published>2011-03-06T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T21:58:44.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Had Me Confused with Someone Awesome...</title><summary type='text'>I remembered something the hard way, tonight. Being a true adult is not easy. Nor fun. But I don't want to talk about that, right now. Instead...

I know you. You've been thinking how profound JillBe's been, lately. My zen just rubs off on you, too. But lest you think I'm made of pure awesome, I thought I'd drop in and remind you. That I'm not. (Pure Awesome.) 

For example: I watched all of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2448206722596453395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2448206722596453395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2448206722596453395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2448206722596453395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-case-you-had-me-confused-with.html' title='In Case You Had Me Confused with Someone Awesome...'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NQGvTGlZj4U/TXRHnuH5rcI/AAAAAAAAB1I/S7LYx1yQ8H4/s72-c/StupidCancerdotcomSigg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7198288928100360798</id><published>2011-03-04T18:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:46:45.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terminally Single'/><title type='text'>Pep Talk for a Single Teen (or un-teen)</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I had a Girls' Night Out with my high school girls. Somewhere in the course of the evening, the discussion turned to prom. One of the girls expressed frustration that she is currently dateless for prom, while her peers all already have dates. We discussed the situation briefly, and this afternoon as I was working out, it popped back into my head. 

The thing is, and I can't remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7198288928100360798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7198288928100360798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7198288928100360798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7198288928100360798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/03/pep-talk-for-single-teen-or-un-teen.html' title='Pep Talk for a Single Teen (or un-teen)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1FknBC9hohQ/TXFykm8qUYI/AAAAAAAAB1A/6rLvUwi11lI/s72-c/Prom95.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3789323599050810323</id><published>2011-02-28T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:30:53.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bit O Hope'/><title type='text'>The Red Pump Project</title><summary type='text'>So, I was reading through the comments to Ms. Single Mama's post (which you should go read - it's nice), when I noticed something over in her sidebar. None of you are going to be surprised that this caught my eye. Go ahead, look over to my sidebar. You'll see it there, too. ---&gt;

The Red Pump Project. How did I not know about this, already? You know I love red. You know I love awareness campaigns</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3789323599050810323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3789323599050810323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3789323599050810323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3789323599050810323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-pump-project.html' title='The Red Pump Project'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QTvceqLS84w/TWxZcaK6nSI/AAAAAAAAB0k/AISTdq_HHcU/s72-c/LittleRedDress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3641991209224157057</id><published>2011-02-24T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:14:06.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terminally Single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Member When?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So Baby Dave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-Portrait Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Danny-boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Undies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let me tell you a Story'/><title type='text'>Remember When?</title><summary type='text'>I was feeling nostalgic this afternoon. Wondering about where I've been, what I've done, how we all got to right here. So I went scavenging around my archives. Here are a few minutes I hope you haven't missed.

Okay. So there's the Chocolate Party. Always good, light fare. But remember that time I gave a glimpse into the why the chocolate party?  Here it is. 

Or, remember my old job? The one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3641991209224157057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3641991209224157057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3641991209224157057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3641991209224157057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/02/remember-when.html' title='Remember When?'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2518353073949578050</id><published>2011-02-22T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:20:49.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to share...
Yesterday was just a regular, ole good day.
It was nice. I recognized it while it happened.
(So I enjoyed it.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2518353073949578050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2518353073949578050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2518353073949578050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2518353073949578050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-wanted-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2464824135618433788</id><published>2011-02-18T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:31:31.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, You Can Laugh Now</title><summary type='text'>Life has not gotten easier. But I don't want to talk about that.

Another thing I didn't want to talk about (until now) was the cherry on the top of my splendid Wednesday*. And by "splendid" I mean "not splendid in the least."

To "deal", I splurged on groceries - I bought things like fresh fruits and vegetables, baking staples, cheese - I even bought two kinds of juice. I brought them home, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2464824135618433788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2464824135618433788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2464824135618433788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2464824135618433788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay-you-can-laugh-now.html' title='Okay, You Can Laugh Now'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FI5lvbY1D3c/TV6QGYJB3uI/AAAAAAAAB0g/_zijYlaiH-0/s72-c/nose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5314315358421408805</id><published>2011-02-15T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:41:22.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Valentine's</title><summary type='text'>My Valentine's Day/Weekend Festivities were actually quite awesome. Yesterday afternoon I thought, "this all reminds me of something..." Then I remembered. My Birthday. Just three months ago I was filled with hope and showered with support from friends and family (in both tangible things and words and deeds). I love the showering. I am less-thrilled with the need. But I can't really control that,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5314315358421408805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5314315358421408805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5314315358421408805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5314315358421408805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-valentines.html' title='Post-Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3173057980342498136</id><published>2011-02-04T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:04:51.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wear Red'/><title type='text'>Go Red or Go  Home</title><summary type='text'>You might be familiar with the Go Red campaign. The idea is that there's a national day where people wear red to raise awareness of heart disease being the number 1 killer for women. A fact that doesn't get much attention. It started several years ago now as Red Dress Day, and I always meant to make a red dress, but I never got my act together enough to pull it off in time for the day (and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3173057980342498136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3173057980342498136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3173057980342498136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3173057980342498136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-red-or-go-home.html' title='Go Red or Go  Home'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TUxL8vIeLGI/AAAAAAAAB0A/YEXP3PAu3U4/s72-c/IMG_1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-9137446224929064319</id><published>2011-02-01T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:56:21.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><title type='text'>My Grown-Up Valentine's Day Wish [List]</title><summary type='text'>Wow. That's a terrible combined riff on two separate songs. Can you name both of them (in the comments)?  
I have a few other posts a ruminating that I really need to get out there *cough*Thank Yous*cough*, but this one trump'd them. It's time-sensitive, you see.

In various formats and fashions, some of you have asked what you might be able to do, materially-speaking, to express your care for me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/9137446224929064319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=9137446224929064319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/9137446224929064319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/9137446224929064319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-grown-up-valentines-day-wish-list.html' title='My Grown-Up Valentine&apos;s Day Wish [List]'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TUgPi_2W7HI/AAAAAAAABz4/goVByzWNLuo/s72-c/Bad_Monday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1712738007712664548</id><published>2011-01-29T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T10:59:41.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundtrack'/><title type='text'>About a JillBe</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago I asked some friends a question.
What song would you say is about me? What's my song?
That's 2 questions, I know. I don't remember the original phrasing of the question, but they get to the point. I wanted to put together a soundtrack to my life. The songs that, for better, worse, or whatever, are the songs that say, "This is who JillBe is."

I used to keep the soundtrack as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1712738007712664548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1712738007712664548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1712738007712664548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1712738007712664548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/01/about-jillbe.html' title='About a JillBe'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tvhpI3jlkLM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4733239473641733895</id><published>2011-01-25T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:41:31.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>It was only Tuesday.
It is only Tuesday.
There is much week left to come.
It has not been as long as it's felt.
Patience, dear child. 
(the mantra I'm repeating tonight)

I had a good weekend. Really. It was nice. I spent time with friends, I did a little thesisizing, I enjoyed, I re-grounded, I emerged rejuvenated.

Monday was mostly good. It ended splendidly. Which is going to seem weird to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4733239473641733895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4733239473641733895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4733239473641733895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4733239473641733895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TT-I2lRbJrI/AAAAAAAABz0/_A5ONceOiQI/s72-c/Tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8928014157183232273</id><published>2011-01-20T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:32:35.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><summary type='text'>Leaped some hurdles today. Or at least, managed to climb over them. I feel better. Because of that, but also, just because. It'll take me a while to regain my ground, but I'm less-convinced that I'm stuck in a hole. Wanted to let you know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8928014157183232273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8928014157183232273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8928014157183232273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8928014157183232273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/01/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TTjiBvApq0I/AAAAAAAABzs/x8XRw682so4/s72-c/Better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1185651502991280836</id><published>2011-01-19T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:38:22.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Apologies</title><summary type='text'>One point if you caught that. No more, because it was a gimme.

I apologize if this all comes out BLAH or WTF or any other way, but it's 8:24 and I'm sitting in my sweats in the dark of my office contemplating whether I should start working again. The details around all of this aren't important. What is important is that I've pretty much had all I can take.

I'm serious. This afternoon I decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1185651502991280836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1185651502991280836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1185651502991280836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1185651502991280836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-apologies.html' title='All Apologies'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5539804629617663594</id><published>2011-01-05T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:09:25.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And on the Eleventh Day, She Blogged</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who are unfamiliar with Epiphany, today is the Eleventh Day of Christmas. Meaning that tomorrow, Epiphany, is the Twelfth Day.

Don't worry, I didn't learn that until a few years ago. Until a few years ago, I knew January 6th as one day only. The day my mom's parents got married. It's kind of a funny story.

There's this story about how my mom went to elementary school, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5539804629617663594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5539804629617663594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5539804629617663594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5539804629617663594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-on-eleventh-day-she-blogged.html' title='And on the Eleventh Day, She Blogged'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-905398912650480950</id><published>2010-12-29T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:46:07.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not-So Baby Dave'/><title type='text'>Guess Who is Getting to be a REALLY BIG BOY/ (aka David Turns 6)</title><summary type='text'>Six years ago today, we were all really worried. We stayed that way for a long time. We might even still be holding our breath a bit, if we're honest. But David has come a long way from being 1 pound and change in weight. For one thing, he's 36 pounds heavier. He's walking, nee RUNNING on his own. He reads, he eats with his mouth, he sings. He has the best smile, enchanting eyes, and shares his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/905398912650480950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=905398912650480950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/905398912650480950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/905398912650480950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-who-is-getting-to-be-really-big.html' title='Guess Who is Getting to be a REALLY BIG BOY/ (aka David Turns 6)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2028237444531807645</id><published>2010-12-21T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:39:30.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grants are done for this year. Yes.

No, I don't really want to talk about them. The ending was rough.

Life has been pretty busy. And you know me, I'm not content with "normal" busy. I've always got to go and mess with normal.

Anyway, when I need a few minutes' break, I check in with my google reader, and spend a few minutes in my "Hope" folder, or my "Joy" folder. It's where I find gems like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2028237444531807645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2028237444531807645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2028237444531807645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2028237444531807645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/12/grants-are-done-for-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-56375065809155661</id><published>2010-12-09T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:20:24.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Not Wednesday, But, Well, You Know (that I can't be wordless any day)</title><summary type='text'>Things are challenging on my end. I just about starting crying in my boss's office a few minute ago. But I don't want to talk about all that, right now. In fact, I won't talk at all. Just a picture show, if you please.

Birthday Present from some Sweet People (who refuse to move out of Ohio, blech)


I papercut myself several times this week. Then I papercut my papercuts. If you've been there, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/56375065809155661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=56375065809155661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/56375065809155661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/56375065809155661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-wednesday-but-well-you-know-that-i.html' title='Not Wednesday, But, Well, You Know (that I can&apos;t be wordless any day)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TQEvnnB1OEI/AAAAAAAABys/5uiPbY-cslY/s72-c/bracelet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8706618974629868878</id><published>2010-12-03T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:38:04.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Weird</title><summary type='text'>I'm mondo-busy (just ask my mom, she's eager to hear from me and I haven't found time to call. Sorry, mom. I plan to carve a few minutes this weekend). But I'm having an odd morning and wanted to share.

I work with some good people. We have a nice little corner in my department - it's strange to be all friendly, interested, and supportive of each other.

I have some good friends. They call me up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8706618974629868878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8706618974629868878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8706618974629868878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8706618974629868878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/12/kinda-weird.html' title='Kinda Weird'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TPjyiOQaYyI/AAAAAAAAByo/KpBbfAawceE/s72-c/GrNails.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1733559688915679602</id><published>2010-11-27T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:16:58.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><title type='text'>The Times, They Are A-Changin'</title><summary type='text'>There are a lot of things going on that my teenage-self would not be able to wrap her head around.

I'm 32. As in "years old". It's Saturday night and I'm alone.

She'd probably believe that.

So, it's Saturday night and I'm alone. It's a mix of "by choice" and "I'd choose to be not-alone if I knew of a reasonable option." I'm also blogging. She'd probably believe that. She had her own things. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1733559688915679602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1733559688915679602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1733559688915679602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1733559688915679602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/11/times-they-are-changin.html' title='The Times, They Are A-Changin&apos;'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8134815197072986515</id><published>2010-11-22T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:02:08.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year</title><summary type='text'>I've had some trouble around here, lately. I keep saying things that cause turmoil.

This is particularly frustrating as they are things which were meant to calm turmoil. But then again, I'm Jill B, and while those baby name meaning sites may tell you that my name means "Sweetheart", I'm pretty sure they're wrong. Jill = Misunderstood.  It's particularly ironic when you think about what I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8134815197072986515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8134815197072986515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8134815197072986515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8134815197072986515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-7915097313901950674</id><published>2010-11-13T13:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:09:56.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Just About the Salad</title><summary type='text'>

By Xufanc [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)], from Wikimedia Commons

Dear World,

Hang on tight, because I'm about to set you on your ear! Are you ready for it? Okay, here goes.

Vegetarians don't eat just salad. 

Now, don't get me wrong. I absolutely appreciate the mental effort you put into accommodating me when you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/7915097313901950674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=7915097313901950674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7915097313901950674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/7915097313901950674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-not-just-about-salad.html' title='It&apos;s Not Just About the Salad'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1510310279260572910</id><published>2010-11-12T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:22:42.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Post</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I posted something that I took down this morning. I realized it didn't say all that I wanted to say, and then I realized that nobody in her right mind would sit still and read my long, long, long-winded ramblings as they were. So I'm going to break it up, make it easier [and more interesting] to read.

In the meanwhile, a reminder. 


Have I mentioned my love for both Sesame Street &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1510310279260572910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1510310279260572910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1510310279260572910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1510310279260572910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-post.html' title='Missing Post'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2698490494263343017</id><published>2010-11-07T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:44:39.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just called, to say...</title><summary type='text'>I have to say... one of the things that makes my life worth living is my sister. Curlysis.

Just got off the phone after a good, long talk about life, and who we are and how we got this way... Normally that's a philosophical Saturday night kind of conversation over something warm or mellow (not Sunday evening as we are getting ready to wade into another week).

One of the important factors is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2698490494263343017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2698490494263343017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2698490494263343017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2698490494263343017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-called-to-say.html' title='I just called, to say...'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1892342708257026502</id><published>2010-10-29T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:00:45.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bit O Hope'/><title type='text'>Tears of Awesome</title><summary type='text'>So, despite my "gruff" exterior (which my college friends called "stoic" and my Southern friends call "Yankee"), I have quite a tender inside. I can't watch morning television shows - I guess I'm still too connected to emotions from sleeping. I tear up at sweet commercials and sappy movies (yes, just like we used to make fun of mom for doing), and I'm a SUCKER for any good, hopeful item. 

What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1892342708257026502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1892342708257026502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1892342708257026502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1892342708257026502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/10/tears-of-awesome.html' title='Tears of Awesome'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3702499046278748585</id><published>2010-10-22T15:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:31:09.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You Should Be In Northeast Tennessee This Weekend</title><summary type='text'>

This weekend promises to be the ULTIMATE Autumn in the Mountains weekend. Beautiful, clear, warm weather by day, crisp, fireplace weather at night.


Next week it's supposed to get wet, and along with the cool, the leaves will start changing and falling en masse. So, this is the weekend to not miss.


And you have to be sensitive to these things, we don't always get an awesome fall weekend. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3702499046278748585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3702499046278748585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3702499046278748585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3702499046278748585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-you-should-be-in-northeast.html' title='Why You Should Be In Northeast Tennessee This Weekend'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TMHj-44UEGI/AAAAAAAABxg/QpLhQfFakkg/s72-c/maple+at+VA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1372380659472132576</id><published>2010-10-19T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:45:44.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fibro Monster'/><title type='text'>I'm All Sorry &amp; Stuff</title><summary type='text'>Straightaway?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be so blunt in dropping a bombshell like that. I actually spent months writing and editing and re-writing posts... maybe it's because I saw them so often that they began to seem rambly and ridiculous. Then again, perhaps that would have been a better way to ease you into the information.I mean, I did foreshadow a bit, but perhaps not as much as I should</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1372380659472132576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1372380659472132576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1372380659472132576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1372380659472132576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-all-sorry-stuff.html' title='I&apos;m All Sorry &amp; Stuff'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TL3Ipsz0j2I/AAAAAAAABxE/Kas36ykpztA/s72-c/JB-BB_TNCASummit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6937234825468420643</id><published>2010-10-15T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:53:50.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fibro Monster'/><title type='text'>Out With It</title><summary type='text'>I have fibromyalgia.  "Fibro" for short.

I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for months, now. I've spent hours drafting posts, editing, saving - but never hitting "publish". At least not intentionally - if I have and I've forgotten or not realized, we can blame it on the fibro (that's supposed to be a joke - obviously fibromyalgia affects one's sense of humor, too. My apologies.).

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6937234825468420643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6937234825468420643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6937234825468420643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6937234825468420643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/10/out-with-it.html' title='Out With It'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4889219425497443152</id><published>2010-10-12T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:53:00.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Send a Sympathy Card to an Entire Community?</title><summary type='text'>Even a community that could fit itself inside a priority mail box?

There was a pretty terrible wreck in my hometown Saturday night. Getting into the minutia is not my purpose, nor something I'm really qualified to do. But I'm left with fallout, even from 500 miles away.

This has shaken the entire community - from the deepest roots to the furthest branches. Of course the survivors, the families </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4889219425497443152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4889219425497443152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4889219425497443152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4889219425497443152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-do-you-send-sympathy-card-to-entire.html' title='How Do You Send a Sympathy Card to an Entire Community?'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-3649706968326170541</id><published>2010-10-07T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:49:57.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bit O Hope'/><title type='text'>Think Positive</title><summary type='text'>It's been kind of a challenge for me, these last few weeks. And by "it" I mean, well, life. I can't promise I'm on the upswing, but I can say that I'm hopeful, and enjoying the present. That's something I've really learned, lately. To enjoy the right now because, well, because we should. Anyway.

So, one struggle that I've been dealing with, on top of being sort of busy, is that I've been pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/3649706968326170541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=3649706968326170541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3649706968326170541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/3649706968326170541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/10/think-positive.html' title='Think Positive'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-5759458108456040504</id><published>2010-09-29T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:21:53.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Kind.</title><summary type='text'>I have not forgotten you. I just haven't been able to adequately say the things I want to say. I'm either driving, and by the time I get anywhere I've forgotten the breakthrough insight... or I start typing and end up with mindless drivel...or I pull up the posts I've been writing and editing and editing and editing and feel like they're just crap.

But I'm still here. Busy. Last week (really? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/5759458108456040504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=5759458108456040504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5759458108456040504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/5759458108456040504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-kind.html' title='Be Kind.'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TKPlz9JsWuI/AAAAAAAABwk/xP-a5UxGO00/s72-c/SecretAgentLMagnet..gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6154844519765876567</id><published>2010-09-16T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:47:46.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Share</title><summary type='text'>I watched this tonight.

I've actually not watched it a few times - embedded in posts or flitting by in tweets, I've been too busy or not interested or whatever else, and so I didn't watch it. Tonight Megan gave it a sweet intro that caught my attention (actually, she did that a few days ago, but I'm just catching up to her). Thanks for the attention-catching, Megan. Anyway, I just wanted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6154844519765876567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6154844519765876567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6154844519765876567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6154844519765876567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/solo-share.html' title='Solo Share'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-941102346191115315</id><published>2010-09-15T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:32:04.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><title type='text'>Foreshadowing</title><summary type='text'>I first read this about 4 or 5 years ago, and I liked it. But I couldn't really apply it to my life, I've never thought the world was over. I mean, sure, I've thought, "Man, this feels like the end times," but I didn't actually think the world was over. I've had a rocky go of it, and I've always expected to just keep crunching forward through the debris. So I bought the journal with that quote on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/941102346191115315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=941102346191115315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/941102346191115315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/941102346191115315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/foreshadowing.html' title='Foreshadowing'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TJDKj-WP6nI/AAAAAAAABwY/Rbv4fcEErkM/s72-c/caterpillarbutterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8367179719743557163</id><published>2010-09-10T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T14:56:20.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer</title><summary type='text'>So, this week has been kinda suck-o. I mean, sure, I got a new iPhone, but then I discovered that my poor, well-loved computer is too old to connect. Yep. I have no good way to get all that music, all the paid apps, turned over to the new phone. I can handle the contacts, and the free apps, but the rest is being held hostage on my old phone/old-but-dear computer. Kind of a bummer.

Also, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8367179719743557163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8367179719743557163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8367179719743557163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8367179719743557163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/answer.html' title='The Answer'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TIp9X9ykHiI/AAAAAAAABwI/5mHnn4LyW34/s72-c/desk2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-2825388682533769865</id><published>2010-09-09T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:13:27.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving at the Speed of 4.0</title><summary type='text'>If you were thinking, "I bet all these hints are leading up to Jill's iPhone upgrade," you're half right. Because I took this picture while looking at the screen (front camera). It was super-fast on every account. 

By the by, in case you weren't sure, the iPhone 4.0 is just as awesome as advertised.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/2825388682533769865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=2825388682533769865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2825388682533769865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/2825388682533769865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-at-speed-of-40.html' title='Moving at the Speed of 4.0'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TIkHZ5MOC0I/AAAAAAAABvg/ROdWcpkgfis/s72-c/hint3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8238954799837571006</id><published>2010-09-08T14:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:36:04.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sides of the Same Coin</title><summary type='text'>Am debating: is it a sign of a good system, or a sign of a system in need of "fixing"?

When everyone surrounding a given person has to retool and adjust every action and interaction and pre-think and re-think meetings, and adjust and re-adjust tasks, and it becomes an "understood"....

Good? (that such a system is possible)
Bad? (that such a system is necessary)
Other:

and how to deal?
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8238954799837571006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8238954799837571006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8238954799837571006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8238954799837571006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-sides-of-same-coin.html' title='Two Sides of the Same Coin'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TIfXF9noBLI/AAAAAAAABvY/t9lbTq1bPLI/s72-c/hint2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6215106018595964775</id><published>2010-09-07T08:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:47:17.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Will Make More Sense in a Couple of Days</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6215106018595964775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6215106018595964775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6215106018595964775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6215106018595964775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-will-make-more-sense-in-couple-of.html' title='It Will Make More Sense in a Couple of Days'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TIY0HiOXr1I/AAAAAAAABvQ/NzhQp86ZG9I/s72-c/hint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-8828631108059056229</id><published>2010-09-02T12:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:11:21.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants I'm Holding in (which probably isn't helping my mental or physical health)</title><summary type='text'>Dear Students (&amp; 9-month faculty),
You are adults on a public university campus, and you should know better. Please be respectful of others. That includes not smoking while walking down the sidewalk - as this has been a smoke-free campus for two years. It also includes using crosswalks - and if you're not using a crosswalk, at least looking to see if someone might run you over, unexpectedly. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/8828631108059056229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=8828631108059056229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8828631108059056229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/8828631108059056229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/09/rants-im-holding-in-which-probably-isnt.html' title='Rants I&apos;m Holding in (which probably isn&apos;t helping my mental or physical health)'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1744826837767899501</id><published>2010-08-27T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:42:59.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dessert'/><title type='text'>Dessert Contest 2010</title><summary type='text'>Guess What?? You happen to be on a first-name basis with the winner of the "Best Appearance" Award for the 2010 Dessert Contest at my work retreat.


Oh, the irony. I didn't get a "before" picture, but here's what it looked like by the time I got it home. I got this handy certificate - which my next-door office-mate explained that I needed to display prominently in my window (like she did, with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1744826837767899501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1744826837767899501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1744826837767899501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1744826837767899501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/08/dessert-contest-2010.html' title='Dessert Contest 2010'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/THiCb-oKJDI/AAAAAAAABvI/_pTDXHAyZN4/s72-c/DessertContest2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-805631025115843443</id><published>2010-08-27T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:41:13.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "What's Been Going On Behind the Scenes" Post</title><summary type='text'>Back in January I made a resolution.
I will treat myself. I will give myself a break. 

What you didn't know, What I didn't know yet, either, was how incredibly important that would become for me.

We don't usually know what's coming our way. Not even when we plan. Not even when we see it coming from a distance.

Taking better care of yourself is always a good idea. Sometimes it means being hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/805631025115843443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=805631025115843443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/805631025115843443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/805631025115843443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-whats-been-going-on-behind.html' title='Another &quot;What&apos;s Been Going On Behind the Scenes&quot; Post'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-4713700293291499014</id><published>2010-08-19T14:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:44:55.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Works Hard for the Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dessert'/><title type='text'>Dessert Crisis</title><summary type='text'>
I have a really serious, terribly important, impending situation on my hands. 
Next Wednesday is the 2nd Annual Dessert Contest for the college I work in (please ignore my bad grammar in this serious situation).
I don't know what to make, but I know I want to win. Last year, my next-door office-mate won for best taste, with a white layer cake with blackberry jam in-between, and some buttercream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/4713700293291499014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=4713700293291499014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4713700293291499014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/4713700293291499014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/08/dessert-crisis.html' title='Dessert Crisis'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6644455455997237567</id><published>2010-08-19T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:48:46.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictorial Answer</title><summary type='text'>Raspberry Lemonade Cake

Looked up from my Chocolate Creme Brulee to see him walk by in the flesh.

Got started reading a book I've anticipated for a while now. 

Bumped into great friends from home (wearing different clothes than this). 


Went home and ordered Pizza from down the street. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6644455455997237567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6644455455997237567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6644455455997237567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6644455455997237567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictorial-answer.html' title='Pictorial Answer'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TG1MoKuy4ZI/AAAAAAAABug/4p_WRJ9033w/s72-c/LemonRaspberryButtercream.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-1675422213533481971</id><published>2010-08-18T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:19:51.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Myself a Break</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday as I left work, I mentioned to the secretary that I have one project I need to do that requires concentration, so I planned to work away from my desk for the morning.

Last night I realized I had a 10:00 appointment this morning with my thesis advisor. I like morning appointments, but 10:00 is just about the worst time if you want to get work done away from the office. Likely, something</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/1675422213533481971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=1675422213533481971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1675422213533481971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/1675422213533481971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/08/giving-myself-break.html' title='Giving Myself a Break'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13218310.post-6503999442955581821</id><published>2010-08-15T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:44:42.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting Philosophical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><title type='text'>Among the Things I Don't Understand</title><summary type='text'>I just read a post from a new acquaintance proclaiming the deep love she holds for her Black Berry. I don't get it.

Now, if you're one of the people closest to me, you might remember that I went through a dark period this summer, a brief few weeks of considering whether an alternate item might meet my needs, be cheaper, be more earth-friendly, etc. If you so much as HINT this to my beloved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/feeds/6503999442955581821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13218310&amp;postID=6503999442955581821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6503999442955581821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13218310/posts/default/6503999442955581821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maplequilt.blogspot.com/2010/08/among-things-i-dont-understand.html' title='Among the Things I Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Still Jill B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15131228968579714876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/SGPwI8jO0oI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u0_A3NwlIhw/S220/mini+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AnLYN3tc6d4/TGhfK8xTuvI/AAAAAAAABuY/5i8J43jBv8I/s72-c/iPhone4evah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
