<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 14:22:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>What Was I Thinking?</title><description>my motto, my mantra, my future epitaph</description><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-4328969210120095603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-11T09:13:58.510-04:00</atom:updated><title>When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go</title><atom:summary type='text'>No, it's not another astronut diaper post.  I gotta get outta here.  Have needed to for quite a while.  I'm not stopping blogging (I think), but in order not to do that, I need a change of scenery.  Y'all are most welcome to come with me, to my new little place.  This blog was kind of like my dreamhouse, my big farmhouse with the wraparound porch.  But it's been the scene of some crimes, and the </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-gotta-go-you-gotta-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-9040908445475282708</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-09T22:43:30.115-04:00</atom:updated><title>Changing What Needs Changing</title><atom:summary type='text'>When I'm wrong, I don't mind admitting it.  I reported some news here back in February that, turns out, was in error.  I really don't want to send you all out into the world with misinformation.  So here's the real poop news:ORLANDO, Fla. - Former astronaut Lisa Nowak didn't wear diapers during her 950-mile road trip to confront a romantic rival, her lawyer said Friday, disputing one of the more </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/07/changing-what-needs-changing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-2605163361011215432</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-09T16:43:52.157-04:00</atom:updated><title>Where Was I?</title><atom:summary type='text'>UPDATE (7/9):  Thanks for the guesses.  We went to Vermont.  More details here in the comments.  It will take me a few days to sort through all the pix and get more up on flickr.  My flickr badge is still not welcome in my sidebar for some reason, so if you want to check for more photos, just click on any one posted here and it will take you to my flickr place.  (I've never invited you to my </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-was-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-3868123368681477606</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-28T17:51:13.509-04:00</atom:updated><title>Honk if You Dig Jesus</title><atom:summary type='text'>Years ago, I was stopped at a redlight, reading the bumper stickers on the car in front of me.  One of them read, "Honk if you love Jesus!"  I happily, impulsively honked.  And then observed the enthusiastically proffered middle finger of the motorist ahead of me.  "Oh," I thought, "must not be your car."Today I visited Lynn, who also encouraged me to honk if I love Jesus.  Sorta.  She offered a </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/honk-if-you-dig-jesus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>48</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-6058358483758061290</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-25T17:40:37.099-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Grass is Green Enough Here</title><atom:summary type='text'>I went to a continuing ed. event today, where the presenter asked for volunteers from the audience to  be his clients and help demonstrate his therapeutic technique.   I have always had mixed feelings about this practice by  presenters.  On the one hand, we get a birds-eye view of what the therapeutic technique looks like.  On the other hand, you never know what sort of volunteer you're going to </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/grass-is-green-enough-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-1880641000352067391</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-24T08:32:26.033-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Photo, kindness of OddMixSunday Post  ~  "As much as we need a prosperous economy, we also need a prosperity of kindness and decency."  -- Caroline Kennedy SchlossburgHebrews 13:1-2file under:  &amp;Sunday Post</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-kindness-of-oddmix-sunday-post-as.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-7805817072022866630</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T16:15:21.121-04:00</atom:updated><title>Somebody Whelm Me</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've been feeling overwhelmed for quite some time, now.  And I can take a lot.  I think I've often lived a rather stressful life.  Much of this was not of my own making, but I must admit, some of it has been.  WTF, as best I can tell, is not of my own making.  I got some news this past Monday that I haven't even told many people IRL yet, and no one online.  The toxicdoc called me to say that the </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/somebody-whelm-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-6471404631325790397</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:26:58.355-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sounds Like Vacation Time</title><atom:summary type='text'>I love my work.  I thank God I'm still well enough to do it as much as I do.  And some days, where I work, it's too much, and we just look at each other and shake our heads, like, "Are you believing this?"  I had just gotten off the phone, taking an application for our waiting list, a family in need of a counselor.  I walked out of the office to see my colleagues looking a bit the worse for wear,</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/sounds-like-vacation-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-1099909495583728965</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:29:24.267-04:00</atom:updated><title>Seen Too Much, Don't Want to See Anymore (no funny here today)</title><atom:summary type='text'>Every time I encounter this, I feel the need to say something, to shout something, about it.  But I haven't before.  I've just encountered it again.  I'm saying something.I have to say this, not to criticize those who have already done it -- that's not productive -- but to plead with those who are thinking about doing it, to those who are convincing themselves that it will be OK.  IT WON'T BE OK.</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/seen-too-much-dont-want-to-see-anymore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-1891900758463833166</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 11:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:30:07.710-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Sunday Post  ~  "He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it."  -- Clarence Budington Kelland (speaking of his father)Ephesians 6:4Happy Father's Day to the Dads, brothers, uncles, single Moms with double duty, and all those whom someone is watching how you live.  That's pretty much everyone.file under:  &amp;Sunday Post</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-post-he-didnt-tell-me-how-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-7834351641691451683</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:30:52.442-04:00</atom:updated><title>Biscuit Friday  ~  Get it off!  Get it OFFFFF!!!!!!</title><atom:summary type='text'>He didn't really freak out.  Because 1)it was a fake butterfly and B)he has no eyeholes, so he didn't even know it was there.Have a happy weekend, Ratsasstafarians.  Wish us success (survival?) with LG's graduation party!file under:  &amp;Biscuit</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/biscuit-friday-get-it-off-get-it-offfff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-7931060478302486988</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:32:27.728-04:00</atom:updated><title>State of the Union</title><atom:summary type='text'>Blog.  The fancy schmancy one just plain broke.  So until it gets back from the repair shop, or I get a loan to buy a new fancy one, I will be driving this one.  I couldn't believe the emails I got, from people I never even knew about, looking for the blog and being unable to see it.  First, I was so flattered that people were looking for it, and second, I felt terrible that they had to go to </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/state-of-union.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>37</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-3012081938767663551</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:33:17.136-04:00</atom:updated><title>If You're Absent, Please Raise Your Hand</title><atom:summary type='text'>Over the weekend, I received some emails from people who were trying to read "What Was I Thinking?" but couldn't.  Best I can tell, people who use Internet Explorer have been barred from the premises.  So, I'm posting this to say, "Hey, let me know if you can't read this."  But how much sense does that make?So how about this:  if you're reading this in some other browser, but you have access to </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-youre-absent-please-raise-your-hand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-2831674066054870142</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-10T10:31:38.248-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Sunday Post  ~  "...hope is a revolutionary patience...Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.  You wait and watch and work:  you don't give up."  -- Anne LamottIsaiah 43:18-19file under:  &amp;Sunday Post</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-8241454677509962358</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:36:03.619-04:00</atom:updated><title>With the thoughts I'd be thinkin', I could be another Lincoln, if I only had a brain...</title><atom:summary type='text'>While wandering the winding roads of blogworld the other day, I discovered that I had been nominated for a major award (that's really the only kind of award with which I ever want to be associated). And like all my other major awards, it was not voted on (I can't actually get that kind), but was just handed to me by a far-too-generous blogfriend. In this case, the friend was the wonderful, </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/with-thoughts-id-be-thinkin-i-could-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-4026894481344345036</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:36:50.166-04:00</atom:updated><title>Things You May Have Overheard if You Were Hanging Out With Us #3</title><atom:summary type='text'>As before, these things are unrelated to one another. If you try to make them make sense, you could hurt yourself. (The first one was here, and the second one was here.)There's a lot you don't know about your pants.No, Biscuit!How many descriptions did the doctor give me?Fine. I'll stop putting arsenic in your food.At Rita's: S: Oh, no. That lady's dress is in her butt. J: That's never a good </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-you-may-have-overheard-if-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-7809519092160602025</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-03T07:54:28.441-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Sunday Post  ~  "For a long time, it seemed to me that life was about to begin:  Real life.  But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid.  Then life would begin.  At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."  -- Fr. Alfred D'Souza Psalm 118:24file under:  &amp;Sunday Post</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunday-post-for-long-time-it-seemed-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-2734540547749024963</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:37:43.455-04:00</atom:updated><title>WTF . . . and Monsters</title><atom:summary type='text'>As I said to my dear LadyBug in comments on the previous post, I don't have any real answers.  I did, however, see the toxicdoc, and she listened carefully to my theories.  I had emailed her a link to some of the research I had done, and she had actually read it, done more research, made some calls, etc., before I even got there!  I was very impressed and pleased with her.  As I expected, she has</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/06/wtf-and-monsters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>30</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-7129648276149853466</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 11:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:38:33.950-04:00</atom:updated><title>I've Got a Secretrant</title><atom:summary type='text'>Can you keep a secret?I can.  With the best of them.  It's part of what I do for a living.  And that may be part of why I really don't like to do it in real life.  Let me amend that.   It's not that I don't like keeping confidences.  Actually, keeping confidence is my default mode.  You don't really have to tell me not to pass something along.  Unless you specifically tell me to pass it along, I </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-got-sec-ret-rant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-419617013044963423</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-21T06:39:30.042-04:00</atom:updated><title>Artism</title><atom:summary type='text'>While visiting virtual friends recently, I was reminded of how very much I enjoy children's artwork.  William sent others here to see the turkeys and the snowmans (perhaps my favorite posts here), and he showed us the chilling charming examples of his own artwork.  The depravity imagination depicted there was inspiring.  At about the same time, CK talked about viewing her son's artwork at the </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/05/artism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-2605388795009887355</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T08:23:30.371-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Sunday Post  ~  "Do not waste time bothering whether you 'love' your neighbor; act as if you did.  As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets.  When you are behaving as if you loved someone you will presently come to love him."  -- C. S. LewisMatthew 22:36-40file under:  &amp;Sunday Post</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunday-post-do-not-waste-time-bothering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-2471667874758441999</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-21T20:09:24.512-04:00</atom:updated><title>Too Much of  a Good Thing</title><atom:summary type='text'>You have always been my type.  You know this.  I have never been able to resist your kind.  But today, as I look at you . . . it's just too much.  You're too much.  The things I've loved about you in the past . . . overwhelm me now, in this new incarnation of you.   Your best qualities, they're overdone now; my favorite parts of you . . . frankly, they're too damned big now.  I can't handle all </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-much-of-good-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>45</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-6161855568023938310</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2007 11:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-20T07:52:38.609-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Sunday Post  ~  "Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness."  -- James ThurberMatthew 6:25-34file under:  &amp;Sunday Post</atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunday-post-let-us-not-look-back-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-5421449146334050104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 21:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-19T09:37:57.824-04:00</atom:updated><title>WTF Q &amp; A:  Non-celeb Edition</title><atom:summary type='text'>Q.  So really, is there any news?A.  There wasn't until today.  There were just people telling me, "Yep, it looks like what you think has happened is probably what has happened.  But you are the only person in the world that this has ever happened to, ever ever ever, and there is no one in this world who knows what to do about it."But theeeeeennnnnn, I talked to a co-worker, whose spouse was </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/05/wtf-update-non-celeb-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-626965465402915906</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-16T23:49:19.162-04:00</atom:updated><title>WTF Q&amp;A:  Celebrity Edition</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sometimes I get so tired of thinking and talking about WTF.  My symptoms often give me no choice regarding the thinking part, but I do try to limit talking about it.  Still, I know that some people would like an update.  I've decided that instead of my talking more about it just now, I'd invite some celebrity friends (what?  I do so have celebrity friends) to answer some questions that I </atom:summary><link>http://uhohnowlook.blogspot.com/2007/05/wtf-q-celebrity-edition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>23</thr:total></item></channel></rss>