<?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-21566377</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:22:33.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost thirty and still searching</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beckann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749095915520128266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21566377.post-116312954283957894</id><published>2006-11-09T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:32:22.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Fridays!!  Fridays are the days to be able to wear jeans...finally after five years we get to wear jeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also love Fridays because I don't have to work when I get home.  I can just veg...and do what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love Fridays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21566377-116312954283957894?l=becannstillsearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/feeds/116312954283957894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21566377&amp;postID=116312954283957894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/116312954283957894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/116312954283957894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/2006/11/friday.html' title='Friday...'/><author><name>Beckann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749095915520128266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21566377.post-114040141727019269</id><published>2006-02-19T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:10:17.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalcy</title><content type='html'>Our lives are a continual fight for balance...or normality--or are they? I believe that someone created the word normal because he or she (probably he) wanted us to continually be searching for "normal."  Normal, in the dictionary is defined as:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; conforming with or constituting an accepted standard, model, or pattern; especially corresponding to the median or average of a larger group in type, appearance, achievment, function, development, etc,  &lt;/span&gt;Does this mean that the definition of normal is actually reliant on the whole--and what if the "whole" is ignorant and stupid?  Does that mean that normal is actually stupidity at its average?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this begs the question, should we really be striving for normal, and if we are striving for normalcy, what median should we base it off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21566377-114040141727019269?l=becannstillsearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/feeds/114040141727019269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21566377&amp;postID=114040141727019269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/114040141727019269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/114040141727019269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/2006/02/normalcy.html' title='Normalcy'/><author><name>Beckann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749095915520128266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21566377.post-113971906593682022</id><published>2006-02-11T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:37:45.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing...is it so easy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sharing your life in a nutshell is very hard...to share in private is hard and to share outside of private even harder.  This week I have had one of the best weeks ever--I want to share that, but it is hard to put into words how I feel.  I feel good, which hardly ever happens.  I want to share my life but can't exactly put into words why it's going good or why I feel like it is going good.  Have I found something in my search that is real...more real than I have already found?  Does this belittle the things that I have already found that are more than what I ever dreamed of when I started my life a long time ago?  What is my reality now?  I believe in God, Christ, and the power of love and friendship.  I live to share...my knowledge, my humor, my dedication, my ambition, my excitement, and I live for that in many ways--both professionally as well as personally.  Does that mean I'm wierd?  I...I think that I'm tired and ready for a long nap.  But I will continue to ponder these questions...reality...what is it...why is it so hard to share...and feel good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21566377-113971906593682022?l=becannstillsearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/feeds/113971906593682022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21566377&amp;postID=113971906593682022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113971906593682022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113971906593682022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/2006/02/sharingis-it-so-easy.html' title='Sharing...is it so easy?'/><author><name>Beckann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749095915520128266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21566377.post-113842211067411838</id><published>2006-01-27T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:21:50.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7211/2182/1600/IMG_2806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7211/2182/400/IMG_2806.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby turned one...how much fun is that !!  She had so much fun eating and demolishing her cake!!!  She is one of my reasons for existing...and there's only a few other reasons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is what you hold close to your heart, never want to leave, but sacrifice for and would lay your life over.  She is one of my beauties!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never realize how much you're truly loved and cherished  until you have a child of your own--I never understood this until I had my beauties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21566377-113842211067411838?l=becannstillsearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/feeds/113842211067411838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21566377&amp;postID=113842211067411838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113842211067411838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113842211067411838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-baby-turned-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Beckann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749095915520128266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21566377.post-113838847181007717</id><published>2006-01-27T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:01:11.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to help the search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A quote for the day that inspired me not only personally, but professionally: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; "Learning without thought is labour lost; thought without learning is perilous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Confucius (6th century BC), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Analects, &lt;/span&gt;2.15 trans. James ALegge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder often if what I do teaches others that learning, real learning, takes real thought and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21566377-113838847181007717?l=becannstillsearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/feeds/113838847181007717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21566377&amp;postID=113838847181007717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113838847181007717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113838847181007717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/2006/01/quotes-to-help-search.html' title='Quotes to help the search'/><author><name>Beckann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749095915520128266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21566377.post-113833252036018403</id><published>2006-01-26T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:28:40.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The end of the week is all we look forward to sometimes and today, that is what I'm looking forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21566377-113833252036018403?l=becannstillsearching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/feeds/113833252036018403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21566377&amp;postID=113833252036018403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113833252036018403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21566377/posts/default/113833252036018403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becannstillsearching.blogspot.com/2006/01/end-of-week.html' title='The end of the week'/><author><name>Beckann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14749095915520128266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
