<?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-30294705</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:57:12.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hungry Hearts Club</title><subtitle type='html'>here we all are.  alone, yet together, in cyberspace.  join my life in progress as it continues to unfold.  Me, my hungry heart, my life, and yes, My suddenly appearing, fast growing, Brain Cancer: the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free card.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-1642826668948347722</id><published>2007-06-05T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:35:44.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yo yo yo</title><content type='html'>i've moved, sorta-kinda.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will say tho that i will keep this blog open for anything that i might consider a little 'off color'....some things you just don't share with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capeesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look for me here or at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegypsyangelsings.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thegypsyangelsings.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-1642826668948347722?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1642826668948347722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=1642826668948347722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/1642826668948347722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/1642826668948347722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/06/yo-yo-yo.html' title='yo yo yo'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-3815921496839410485</id><published>2007-05-31T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:57:25.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold's</title><content type='html'>its too hot outside&lt;br /&gt;to tackle gardening&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;tanning (god forbid)&lt;br /&gt;even walking, was cut short&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but this morning&lt;br /&gt;was Yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inhale exhale&lt;br /&gt;breath in and out&lt;br /&gt;reaching stretching&lt;br /&gt;but all the while&lt;br /&gt;staying grounded&lt;br /&gt;as if the feet were &lt;br /&gt;planted in the earth&lt;br /&gt;stay strong &lt;br /&gt;its exhausting&lt;br /&gt;and empowering &lt;br /&gt;all at the same time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am so loving it!&lt;br /&gt;who knew?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so i joined the gym.&lt;br /&gt;not that i ever plan &lt;br /&gt;on getting on those &lt;br /&gt;huge machines outside&lt;br /&gt;our classroom:&lt;br /&gt;treadmills,stairmasters,&lt;br /&gt;stuff i never knew about&lt;br /&gt;boflex.  &lt;br /&gt;hey, howz this?&lt;br /&gt;bLowflex me, bub&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'll be in the next room&lt;br /&gt;lieing down&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes closed,&lt;br /&gt;getting totally Zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-3815921496839410485?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3815921496839410485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=3815921496839410485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/3815921496839410485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/3815921496839410485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/05/golds.html' title='Gold&apos;s'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-6569106668955985355</id><published>2007-05-27T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:45:40.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yoga</title><content type='html'>the balance&lt;br /&gt;the even-ess&lt;br /&gt;all alligned&lt;br /&gt;right in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathing&lt;br /&gt;in and out&lt;br /&gt;smooth-ness&lt;br /&gt;flow from one&lt;br /&gt;to another&lt;br /&gt;it is my mind and body&lt;br /&gt;of which i am aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salutations my friend&lt;br /&gt;from me to you&lt;br /&gt;colorful images&lt;br /&gt;come into my brain&lt;br /&gt;as i shift from one&lt;br /&gt;to the next&lt;br /&gt;to the next, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movements feel&lt;br /&gt;easier over time&lt;br /&gt;as i explore the range&lt;br /&gt;with which i can go&lt;br /&gt;how far will this take me&lt;br /&gt;will it last&lt;br /&gt;can i make it work&lt;br /&gt;to take me into the future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-6569106668955985355?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6569106668955985355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=6569106668955985355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/6569106668955985355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/6569106668955985355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/05/yoga.html' title='yoga'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-5430476532553021074</id><published>2007-05-16T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:57:42.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the tide is turning</title><content type='html'>i guess its been a couple of weeks now&lt;br /&gt;the after-party from my brain tumor race,&lt;br /&gt;one of my new goddess girlfriends,&lt;br /&gt;someone who has taken hold of me &lt;br /&gt;and won't let go&lt;br /&gt;put something on my wrist that day&lt;br /&gt;it was a bracelet of glass beads&lt;br /&gt;with an evil eye in the center&lt;br /&gt;she said this will protect me&lt;br /&gt;from anything bad or evil&lt;br /&gt;she squeezed me so tight&lt;br /&gt;the intensity with which&lt;br /&gt;she gave it to me, &lt;br /&gt;i will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidently she is a world traveler&lt;br /&gt;having been from one side of the earth&lt;br /&gt;to the other &lt;br /&gt;and back again&lt;br /&gt;her hair is short and cute as can be&lt;br /&gt;i have watched her from afar&lt;br /&gt;in wonderment&lt;br /&gt;amazed at all she has accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point?&lt;br /&gt;after she put those beads on me that day&lt;br /&gt;(which i have since put on a gold chain to wear around my neck)&lt;br /&gt;something *changed* &lt;br /&gt;my mojo has returned&lt;br /&gt;i have more energy&lt;br /&gt;my yoga classes are working out great&lt;br /&gt;i feel more like the old me,&lt;br /&gt;or make that &lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;'new'&lt;/strong&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;there has been a profound&lt;br /&gt;shift in the cosmic cycle&lt;br /&gt;the tide is turning&lt;br /&gt;toward the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you shawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-5430476532553021074?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5430476532553021074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=5430476532553021074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/5430476532553021074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/5430476532553021074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/05/tide-is-turning.html' title='the tide is turning'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-5170361152068115567</id><published>2007-05-06T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:20:30.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race for Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtq-OqjBxs8/Rj581Ay2zNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cDfgYhEMiwU/s1600-h/group2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtq-OqjBxs8/Rj581Ay2zNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cDfgYhEMiwU/s320/group2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061620281399233746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtq-OqjBxs8/Rj561Ay2zMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pxc_vl0yqCk/s1600-h/group1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtq-OqjBxs8/Rj561Ay2zMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pxc_vl0yqCk/s320/group1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061618082375978178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big race day!&lt;br /&gt;the weather was glorious&lt;br /&gt;breezy, sunny&lt;br /&gt;not too cool&lt;br /&gt;or warm&lt;br /&gt;just perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least 30 of ellie's peeps&lt;br /&gt;ran, walked, jogged&lt;br /&gt;rick pushed me in the wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;decorated with colorful wire&lt;br /&gt;and tinsel&lt;br /&gt;zoe made the sign&lt;br /&gt;that showed so proud&lt;br /&gt;al made all the 'ellie's peeps'&lt;br /&gt;tee shirts for ALL of us&lt;br /&gt;complete with actual pictures&lt;br /&gt;of Peeps in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;too too cute i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the survivors got in front&lt;br /&gt;they led the charge.&lt;br /&gt;of those that ran,&lt;br /&gt;they were gone &lt;br /&gt;in a POOF!&lt;br /&gt;the others walked with me&lt;br /&gt;it was so inspiring&lt;br /&gt;thousands of us&lt;br /&gt;last count i heard was&lt;br /&gt;6,000 people!&lt;br /&gt;i was moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, as i sat in my wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;looking at everyone's backs&lt;br /&gt;near and far,&lt;br /&gt;i was struck by the messages&lt;br /&gt;people were wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Loving Memory of ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere&lt;br /&gt;there were waay more people&lt;br /&gt;with messages of loss,&lt;br /&gt;than there was messages&lt;br /&gt;of hope&lt;br /&gt;and survivors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in a year or two&lt;br /&gt;my name will be on &lt;br /&gt;someone's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-5170361152068115567?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href="http://www.curebraintumors.org/"&gt;http://www.curebraintumors.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are interested in donating,&lt;br /&gt;i would be forever in your debt.&lt;br /&gt;our team name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ellie's peeps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;i have my family&lt;br /&gt;and my goddesses&lt;br /&gt;to give me&lt;br /&gt;everything i could ever need,&lt;br /&gt;and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-7801336368061005258?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7801336368061005258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=7801336368061005258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/7801336368061005258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/7801336368061005258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-peeps-and-me.html' title='my peeps and me'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-2186106925479151403</id><published>2007-04-27T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:01:16.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>my house is so quiet&lt;br /&gt;it will be for hours upon hours&lt;br /&gt;its cold and raining outside&lt;br /&gt;all my goddesses&lt;br /&gt;are otherwise entertained&lt;br /&gt;else i'd have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've cleaned out my closets,&lt;br /&gt;done laundry&lt;br /&gt;tried to write letters&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;the words are hard to find&lt;br /&gt;so here i sit&lt;br /&gt;speechless and numb&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;just waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-2186106925479151403?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2186106925479151403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=2186106925479151403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/2186106925479151403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/2186106925479151403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-51055296244038943</id><published>2007-04-21T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:59:30.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to elaine  (re-issued)</title><content type='html'>there sure is something satisfying about &lt;br /&gt;the zen of getting bronzed&lt;br /&gt;wearing the perfect tanning top&lt;br /&gt;that shows a great glow&lt;br /&gt;as i look up&lt;br /&gt;i find the spot&lt;br /&gt;in the sky&lt;br /&gt;become one with the sun&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and say:&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare say its not vanity &lt;br /&gt;that drives me either&lt;br /&gt;to get that perfect glow&lt;br /&gt;it goes much deeper than that&lt;br /&gt;to the essence of &lt;br /&gt;who i am&lt;br /&gt;i need the warmth and comfort&lt;br /&gt;that only summer can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no better feeling &lt;br /&gt;in the world&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;no matter where you are,&lt;br /&gt;be it on vacation&lt;br /&gt;or right here at home&lt;br /&gt;the conditions were just right&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercising my brain&lt;br /&gt;or walking&lt;br /&gt;good and strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-51055296244038943?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/51055296244038943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=51055296244038943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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supposed&lt;br /&gt;to keep my platelets &lt;br /&gt;within the normal range&lt;br /&gt;it is not the &lt;br /&gt;silver lining&lt;br /&gt;i had hoped it would be&lt;br /&gt;normal range: 150,000-400,000.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was&lt;br /&gt;875,000.&lt;br /&gt;its been inching up &lt;br /&gt;and this is my chemo week too,&lt;br /&gt;a time when it should be low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dagnabbit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-1660870790806564756?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1660870790806564756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=1660870790806564756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a race &lt;br /&gt;in Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;for brain tumor research&lt;br /&gt;where there are teams&lt;br /&gt;that raise money.&lt;br /&gt;so far there are&lt;br /&gt;30 people&lt;br /&gt;who have signed up&lt;br /&gt;for my team:&lt;br /&gt;"Ellie's Peeps"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend passed &lt;br /&gt;it on to me. &lt;br /&gt;now i will pass &lt;br /&gt;onto you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out the website &lt;br /&gt;for more info &lt;br /&gt;www.curebraintumors.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-1031393158842023141?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1031393158842023141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>the state of the world</title><content type='html'>what, fer pete's sake, &lt;br /&gt;is wrong with the&lt;br /&gt;human race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these killings at Virginia Tech!&lt;br /&gt;Rick went to Virginia Tech&lt;br /&gt;Nancy too&lt;br /&gt;everybody is either &lt;br /&gt;a hokie, or a cavalier&lt;br /&gt;around these parts&lt;br /&gt;its amazing that only &lt;br /&gt;1 person from the area &lt;br /&gt;was killed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean&lt;br /&gt;african american&lt;br /&gt;or black or latino&lt;br /&gt;even a rabbi&lt;br /&gt;(in a sex sting!)&lt;br /&gt;what is there about some&lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;no matter what race, &lt;br /&gt;ethnicity,culture &lt;br /&gt;they are just inherently &lt;br /&gt;EVIL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is swirling with&lt;br /&gt;so much excitement&lt;br /&gt;around me&lt;br /&gt;over the situation &lt;br /&gt;we find ourselves in&lt;br /&gt;a needless excuse for war&lt;br /&gt;good ole boy GW&lt;br /&gt;a total pussy on 9/11&lt;br /&gt;(what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you thinking???)&lt;br /&gt;katrina, katrina and&lt;br /&gt;global warming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much HATE swirling around&lt;br /&gt;maybe it would be ok &lt;br /&gt;if i didn't hang around&lt;br /&gt;too much longer.&lt;br /&gt;its really painful to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* UPDATE:  &lt;br /&gt;at least six were from northern virginia, including the shooter himself.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-5924876186945422275?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5924876186945422275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=5924876186945422275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/5924876186945422275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/5924876186945422275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/04/state-of-world.html' title='the state of the world'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-2101469958264583711</id><published>2007-04-14T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:24:53.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this valuable time</title><content type='html'>what we have here,&lt;br /&gt;is a problem &lt;br /&gt;communicating.&lt;br /&gt;my heart just aches&lt;br /&gt;at the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this valuable time&lt;br /&gt;to slip away&lt;br /&gt;my goddess girlfriends &lt;br /&gt;can only take me so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the anger wells up inside me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like&lt;br /&gt;i could just scream&lt;br /&gt;or run (or hobble) away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost my gift of gab&lt;br /&gt;and find myself in the&lt;br /&gt;most interesting situation:&lt;br /&gt;telling my family what to do.&lt;br /&gt;emails from coaches, teachers and neighbors&lt;br /&gt;schedules, doctor appointments&lt;br /&gt;just the everyday bullshit&lt;br /&gt;it's my j-o-b, man&lt;br /&gt;i am the one who&lt;br /&gt;keeps this house running&lt;br /&gt;why does my family&lt;br /&gt;think that i am mad at them&lt;br /&gt;when i tell them 'what to do'.&lt;br /&gt;is it because i have run out of&lt;br /&gt;interesting things to say?&lt;br /&gt;the balance is off.&lt;br /&gt;my life is so quiet&lt;br /&gt;i rarely see any of them&lt;br /&gt;its all become so fleeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son is mad at me&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i bring up&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;he runs off in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;dear daughter is no better&lt;br /&gt;she eats like a bird&lt;br /&gt;is totally overextended:&lt;br /&gt;soccer, ballet, tap, and track&lt;br /&gt;she looks so tired all the time&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hubby?&lt;br /&gt;he's back at work&lt;br /&gt;full time&lt;br /&gt;he comes home and sits &lt;br /&gt;in his spot&lt;br /&gt;on the couch&lt;br /&gt;reading the paper&lt;br /&gt;every. single. day.&lt;br /&gt;i am so desperate&lt;br /&gt;for some conversation,&lt;br /&gt;i sit and try to talk to him&lt;br /&gt;but my life is so stunted&lt;br /&gt;i am mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days pass by&lt;br /&gt;week after week&lt;br /&gt;month after month&lt;br /&gt;the truth is&lt;br /&gt;i am happier alone.&lt;br /&gt;i am my best friend&lt;br /&gt;i like me!&lt;br /&gt;my world is a whole lot quieter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-2101469958264583711?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2101469958264583711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-823891123660860659</id><published>2007-04-08T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:20:30.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>see what i mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtq-OqjBxs8/RhlyM2yZFWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2m-lNU56vI/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtq-OqjBxs8/RhlyM2yZFWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2m-lNU56vI/s320/22.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051194022263592290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told you so!  &lt;br /&gt;we had nothing to do with it either.&lt;br /&gt;it happens all. the. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our villa number....22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an "ok" time was had by all.  &lt;br /&gt;it was nice to be away.&lt;br /&gt;it's great to be home&lt;div 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heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtq-OqjBxs8/RhlyM2yZFWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X2m-lNU56vI/s72-c/22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-542679084862748298</id><published>2007-03-28T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:21:22.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we're going on an adventure!</title><content type='html'>we're off to disneyworld this weekend&lt;br /&gt;for the whole week&lt;br /&gt;airline tickets are ordered&lt;br /&gt;the rental car is waiting&lt;br /&gt;and i've got my handicapped sticker&lt;br /&gt;and a wheelchair on reserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, &lt;br /&gt;i was dreading this trip&lt;br /&gt;but the closer it gets &lt;br /&gt;to becoming a reality&lt;br /&gt;the more i am looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;this may be the last time&lt;br /&gt;we are all together&lt;br /&gt;in one place&lt;br /&gt;living in the lap of luxury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rick and zoe will do rollercoasters&lt;br /&gt;all day long&lt;br /&gt;while zack and i will have a chance&lt;br /&gt;to bond&lt;br /&gt;altho he gives me grief&lt;br /&gt;just about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g,&lt;br /&gt;i know there is a scared &lt;br /&gt;little boy in there&lt;br /&gt;that is looking forward&lt;br /&gt;to driving me around&lt;br /&gt;disappearing for a while&lt;br /&gt;on our own little adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are even going to have friends there&lt;br /&gt;waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;teenagers abound!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they could travel as a pack,&lt;br /&gt;while leaving rick and me &lt;br /&gt;to our own devices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{insert evil laugh here!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-542679084862748298?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/542679084862748298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=542679084862748298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/542679084862748298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/542679084862748298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-going-on-adventure.html' title='we&apos;re going on an adventure!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-6290930602610575034</id><published>2007-03-16T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:15:05.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just like cameron diaz</title><content type='html'>its cold and rainy&lt;br /&gt;i have no desire to go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;some days i feel great&lt;br /&gt;there is bounce in my step&lt;br /&gt;other days are not so good&lt;br /&gt;my arse is dragging&lt;br /&gt;napping is the most i can do&lt;br /&gt;twice a day, in fact&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hubby's big annual banquet&lt;br /&gt;is saturday nite&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping yesterday&lt;br /&gt;with mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;i needed a dress&lt;br /&gt;a wrap style in a yummy fabric&lt;br /&gt;navy with polka dots&lt;br /&gt;very sexy indeed&lt;br /&gt;but the hat&lt;br /&gt;what about the hat?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;found a cute white knit one &lt;br /&gt;with a brim, kinda slouchy&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of cameron diaz&lt;br /&gt;in a way.&lt;br /&gt;it will have to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-6290930602610575034?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6290930602610575034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=6290930602610575034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/6290930602610575034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/6290930602610575034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-like-cameron-diaz.html' title='just like cameron diaz'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-7568441632374897102</id><published>2007-03-12T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:30:44.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eco-systems</title><content type='html'>outside my kitchen window &lt;br /&gt;exists an entire eco-system full of life&lt;br /&gt;sparrows, doves, finches&lt;br /&gt;there is one with a pretty yellow head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bushes provide their roost&lt;br /&gt;for the families who reside there&lt;br /&gt;a brilliant red cardinal snoops around&lt;br /&gt;wifey must not be far away, &lt;br /&gt;as cardinals mate-for-life&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one bird feeder at each end&lt;br /&gt;in the summertime we hang &lt;br /&gt;the hummingbird feeder&lt;br /&gt;big, bright and red&lt;br /&gt;it hangs in the center&lt;br /&gt;entertaining us&lt;br /&gt;we all stop what we're doing&lt;br /&gt;and watch&lt;br /&gt;i love it when they&lt;br /&gt;zzzip around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our table sits inside&lt;br /&gt;right under the window&lt;br /&gt;i have been spending&lt;br /&gt;many hours there&lt;br /&gt;sitting, watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-7568441632374897102?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-2605519194464173047</id><published>2007-03-12T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T07:41:00.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>view from a monday</title><content type='html'>another plateau&lt;br /&gt;this one may be&lt;br /&gt;permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in the woods on saturday&lt;br /&gt;all alone&lt;br /&gt;it was muddy, sloppy&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't catch myself from falling&lt;br /&gt;back, back, backwards&lt;br /&gt;boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news?&lt;br /&gt;i got up with relatively few issues&lt;br /&gt;pretty quickly too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i tire so easily&lt;br /&gt;my intentions are honest&lt;br /&gt;i start out good and strong&lt;br /&gt;but end up wobbling home&lt;br /&gt;bobbing and weaving&lt;br /&gt;hoping no one sees me&lt;div 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heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-8259947980789937711</id><published>2007-02-27T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T09:03:45.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the gaps in between</title><content type='html'>i am in limbo&lt;br /&gt;hovering across time&lt;br /&gt;some days feel endless&lt;br /&gt;and others fly by&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its the milestones we pass&lt;br /&gt;that keeps us on our way &lt;br /&gt;toward the end of a good&lt;br /&gt;long life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kathy is having twins&lt;br /&gt;jennifer is having her fourth&lt;br /&gt;without these milestones&lt;br /&gt;the days fly by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zack made regionals in swimming&lt;br /&gt;zoe got straight A's&lt;br /&gt;tho they may be minor milestones&lt;br /&gt;that is all i have&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-8259947980789937711?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8259947980789937711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=8259947980789937711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/8259947980789937711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/8259947980789937711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2007/02/gaps-in-between.html' title='the gaps in between'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-1087125080673539742</id><published>2007-02-15T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:38:24.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the past 6-8 weeks...</title><content type='html'>...have been a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am limited in what i can do&lt;br /&gt;driving a car is out of the question&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a caged animal&lt;br /&gt;pacing back and forth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair is just lovely&lt;br /&gt;i gag everytime i look at it&lt;br /&gt;scaaaary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with my course of chemo&lt;br /&gt;1 week on (double dose) &lt;br /&gt;3 weeks off&lt;br /&gt;i hope it goes better this time &lt;br /&gt;than it did last.&lt;br /&gt;i was hurling so hard&lt;br /&gt;i had to put myself&lt;br /&gt;out of my body&lt;br /&gt;just to get thru&lt;br /&gt;the first couple of nights.&lt;br /&gt;then i got a new anti-nausea med&lt;br /&gt;and things from there on out&lt;br /&gt;seemed to be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, everything tastes metallic&lt;br /&gt;i can only eat&lt;br /&gt;a little at a time, &lt;br /&gt;then i want to hurl again.&lt;br /&gt;casseroles, casseroles, casseroles&lt;br /&gt;its not that i want to hurt&lt;br /&gt;my goddess friends feelings,&lt;br /&gt;thats the last thing i want to do&lt;br /&gt;i am just sick of chicken casseroles&lt;br /&gt;and lasagna&lt;br /&gt;chicken and tomatoes and rice or noodles&lt;br /&gt;it must be the acidity in the tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;i shudder everytime i put some in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am grateful to each and everyone of my friends&lt;br /&gt;but i am so tired of talking about *this*&lt;br /&gt;everyday is different&lt;br /&gt;yet always the same&lt;br /&gt;my handwriting is different&lt;br /&gt;(everything is a mess)&lt;br /&gt;i have short term memory loss&lt;br /&gt;(must write stuff down immediately)&lt;br /&gt;i move slow&lt;br /&gt;i have a tendancy to veer to the right&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel steady on my feet&lt;br /&gt;my hands are shaking terribly&lt;br /&gt;(try putting on nail polish with shakey hands!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a marionette puppet&lt;br /&gt;someone is controlling my strings&lt;br /&gt;from way up high&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel grounded&lt;br /&gt;at all&lt;br /&gt;i am all wobbly&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;you'd think i was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;they say its the side effect of radiation&lt;br /&gt;burning my brain cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up for a yoga class &lt;br /&gt;with mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;bless her heart she has been &lt;br /&gt;doing yoga for 50+ years.&lt;br /&gt;she is the most centered person i know.&lt;br /&gt;my inner core is out of wack&lt;br /&gt;i need something to make it right&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid i am running out of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-1087125080673539742?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1087125080673539742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=1087125080673539742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/1087125080673539742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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so predictable&lt;br /&gt;new years eve party&lt;br /&gt;lots of people and delicious food&lt;br /&gt;i left at 10:30ish&lt;br /&gt;long before midnight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am bored talking about me&lt;br /&gt;even more bored talking about YOU,&lt;br /&gt;or your kids.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my attention span is only so long&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to travel&lt;br /&gt;see things &lt;br /&gt;do things&lt;br /&gt;learn about other cultures&lt;br /&gt;and civilizations&lt;br /&gt;soak it it&lt;br /&gt;get lost in their world&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;while escaping from mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-1648989004413145011?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1648989004413145011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-256621288858755697</id><published>2006-12-27T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:23:04.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>part deux: the little things?</title><content type='html'>its not just the moments in time&lt;br /&gt;however poignant they may be &lt;br /&gt;i just wish they didn't feel so trivial, so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in-consequential&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in the grand scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the distance of years&lt;br /&gt;that love depends on&lt;br /&gt;the vastness of time&lt;br /&gt;that tells of a great love story&lt;br /&gt;the long haul across the country&lt;br /&gt;where &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; been, and where &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; going&lt;br /&gt;in a rented RV&lt;br /&gt;the memories &lt;br /&gt;we still have yet to build&lt;br /&gt;do i dare&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;plan for the future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-256621288858755697?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/256621288858755697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=256621288858755697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/256621288858755697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/256621288858755697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/12/part-deux-little-things.html' title='part deux: the little things?'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-5104970018208553570</id><published>2006-12-26T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:11:16.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking dinner</title><content type='html'>xmas eve i cooked my penne &amp; sausage dinner&lt;br /&gt;a favorite meal for the family with all the trappings&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time since all *this* happened  &lt;br /&gt;i was a little shaky.  i needed some supervision too&lt;br /&gt;hot pots and all&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun and warm and delicious, none the less&lt;br /&gt;good old comfort food  &lt;br /&gt;we lingered.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;as for the rest of the weekend?  &lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;bittersweet  &lt;br /&gt;collectively, it ranges from:&lt;br /&gt;a big red exercise ball &lt;br /&gt;[that i needed for physical therapy]&lt;br /&gt;you should see how bad i am on that thing!     :o)&lt;br /&gt;a journal (several in fact)&lt;br /&gt;and motivational books&lt;br /&gt;a spa day&lt;br /&gt;lotions, potions and balms&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!?!&lt;br /&gt;do i sense a theme here for the girl with cancer?!?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a little snippy with ma-in-law&lt;br /&gt;first she says her blessing over our holiday meal,&lt;br /&gt;then looks to me (as usual) for *us* to say&lt;br /&gt;our blessing.&lt;br /&gt;well ya know what?  &lt;br /&gt;to the best of my knowlege,&lt;br /&gt;jews don't have a blessing before a meal.&lt;br /&gt;we always faked it before&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;i decided that i did not need to&lt;br /&gt;accentuate the differences in us,&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aren't i already different enough?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but hey!  &lt;br /&gt;i can go up and down the stairs &lt;br /&gt;without holding on to anything&lt;br /&gt;certainly without a cane  &lt;br /&gt;and thats progress baby.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i haven't fallen in a week or two&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so all in all,&lt;br /&gt;i'd say its been touch-n-go.&lt;br /&gt;big boo hoo tears&lt;br /&gt;all the way around&lt;br /&gt;its a sad time&lt;br /&gt;for my buddy and me.&lt;br /&gt;i am just trying to take each day as it comes&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish they didn't feel so trivial,&lt;br /&gt;so small over &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-5104970018208553570?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-2817715868368794682</id><published>2006-12-20T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T09:53:47.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>checking in....</title><content type='html'>in some respects, i feel better&lt;br /&gt;not nearly as weak as before&lt;br /&gt;i can get up out of a chair&lt;br /&gt;and i can climb stairs too&lt;br /&gt;mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i couldn't do that a month ago!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wearing jeans&lt;br /&gt;and fancy sweaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as opposed to sweats and sneakers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've passed a short-term goal too: &lt;br /&gt;little kitten high heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;bronze and cute and pointy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, i did fall in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;just that one time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i always have the obligatory HAT&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its a baseball cap,&lt;br /&gt;others its my snazzy black cowboy hat&lt;br /&gt;but its always there...on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want to scare anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done much of my holiday shopping on line&lt;br /&gt;stuff is being delivered daily.&lt;br /&gt;it sure has made life easier!&lt;br /&gt;but the holiday cards are still not done,&lt;br /&gt;how do &lt;strong&gt;'new years cards' &lt;/strong&gt;sound instead?&lt;br /&gt;i have a lovely pix of my kids&lt;br /&gt;along with hand-made multi piece &lt;br /&gt;red stone and silver inspirational charms&lt;br /&gt;as a thank you to all my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;god&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;goddess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for their love and support&lt;br /&gt;i am determined to get them out too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zoe and i are assembling them--&lt;br /&gt;not to be confused with the new line&lt;br /&gt;i am designing for the store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is:&lt;br /&gt;i have grown so weary of telling everyone&lt;br /&gt;about the status of my health&lt;br /&gt;over and over again&lt;br /&gt;the same words&lt;br /&gt;to different people&lt;br /&gt;they as look at me &lt;br /&gt;with big sad eyes.&lt;br /&gt;STOP feeling sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;pitying me&lt;br /&gt;worrying about me,&lt;br /&gt;and my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about something else!&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-2817715868368794682?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2817715868368794682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-4565201999123858758</id><published>2006-12-13T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:36:53.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday 2006</title><content type='html'>I feel all squiggly inside&lt;br /&gt;a flurry of emotions and feelings&lt;br /&gt;to add to my stress level&lt;br /&gt;now I have xmas and chanukah gifts&lt;br /&gt;and holiday cards with pix of the kids &lt;br /&gt;just to name a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t tell me I shouldn’t worry&lt;br /&gt;or fret&lt;br /&gt;cuz no matter what you say, &lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give back &lt;br /&gt;to those that gave so much to me&lt;br /&gt;to recognize and acknowlege&lt;br /&gt;my family, my &lt;em&gt;extended&lt;/em&gt; family,&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriends who are like goddesses &lt;br /&gt;the gift you all have given me&lt;br /&gt;the love and support I feel from YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got various therapies scheduled all week&lt;br /&gt;speech, occupational, and physical&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;do anything&lt;br /&gt;no parties, or therapies, no stores or shopping&lt;br /&gt;or even on a walk&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay inside and hide&lt;br /&gt;ALONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve changed, I think&lt;br /&gt;altho I do still think of myself&lt;br /&gt;as one who ‘boldy goes’&lt;br /&gt;hence my (ahem) falling,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel fearless&lt;br /&gt;I am worried to death&lt;br /&gt;in spite of what everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn’t be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting better physically&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dropped the steroids &lt;br /&gt;weaning me down to nearly nothing&lt;br /&gt;only 1.5mg/day&lt;br /&gt;from 16mg/day!&lt;br /&gt;I am relieved, but dubious&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will be ok, and it won’t be too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school concerts: band and choir&lt;br /&gt;swim meets, parties, therapies,&lt;br /&gt;dentist appointments for the kids,&lt;br /&gt;lifeguard classes for zack,&lt;br /&gt;cancer dinners with other teens for them both&lt;br /&gt;go, go, go&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay home and hide&lt;br /&gt;I have become accustomed to having brain cancer&lt;br /&gt;it no longer feels new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, its starting to get reeeal old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-4565201999123858758?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4565201999123858758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=4565201999123858758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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situation&lt;br /&gt;that i will never, ever &lt;br /&gt;be the same&lt;br /&gt;physically, emotionally, cognitively or&lt;br /&gt;spiritually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set up trusts for the kids&lt;br /&gt;and for ourselves&lt;br /&gt;who gets my ring,&lt;br /&gt;and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;sorry zack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a chart this week that had survival rates&lt;br /&gt;for glioblastomas (GBMs)and other lesser tumors. &lt;br /&gt;30% chance i'll survive 1yr. &lt;br /&gt;[chaa!!  i don't think so!  &lt;em&gt;snap&lt;/em&gt;!]  &lt;br /&gt;it goes from 9% for 2yrs, &lt;br /&gt;down to 2% for 10yrs.&lt;br /&gt;as opposed to lesser tumors:&lt;br /&gt;44% for 10yr survival &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, of course we all say&lt;br /&gt;hey!  &lt;br /&gt;someone has got to be that 2%&lt;br /&gt;why not me?&lt;br /&gt;look at all the love&lt;br /&gt;feel all the love&lt;br /&gt;i am strong&lt;br /&gt;i am empowered&lt;br /&gt;i have a collective of women&lt;br /&gt;all my goddesses&lt;br /&gt;to support me and protect me&lt;br /&gt;keep me going&lt;br /&gt;to weather the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, the truth is:&lt;br /&gt;we really don't know&lt;br /&gt;do we?&lt;br /&gt;how rocky and bumpy &lt;br /&gt;will it be?&lt;br /&gt;sooner?  later?&lt;br /&gt;fast?  slow?  &lt;br /&gt;hospice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me so mad that&lt;br /&gt;i know its inevitable&lt;br /&gt;and soon, too.&lt;br /&gt;you can say &lt;br /&gt;that the same holds true for you.&lt;br /&gt;you could be hit by a bus tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;or struck by lightning&lt;br /&gt;when your time is up,&lt;br /&gt;you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm not done yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-4067750381863248755?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-7916895641799518153</id><published>2006-12-03T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:43:30.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of my life</title><content type='html'>from here on out&lt;br /&gt;from this point forward&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to LIVE my life as best as i can&lt;br /&gt;make the commitment to being well&lt;br /&gt;eating right, consuming all my minerals and supplements &lt;br /&gt;be all that i can be, for as long as i can&lt;br /&gt;as long as it takes&lt;br /&gt;(2022)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i find myself&lt;br /&gt;impatient&lt;br /&gt;unable to understand or convey&lt;br /&gt;how i feel&lt;br /&gt;by all the attention, the accolades, the words of praise,&lt;br /&gt;and all the  worried faces&lt;br /&gt;the words escape me&lt;br /&gt;even my poetry has waned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does this mean I don’t have the words &lt;br /&gt;inside me&lt;br /&gt;to understand just &lt;br /&gt;what is next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have I yet to understand the bigger picture,&lt;br /&gt;the here-on-out&lt;br /&gt;what awaits me in the&lt;br /&gt;distant,&lt;br /&gt;and not too distant future?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see that far....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-7916895641799518153?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7916895641799518153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=7916895641799518153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else i sat in the waiting room with, said how they never wanted to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, on the otherhand, felt like they were my safety net.  as long as they were zapping my brain, i knew *IT* wouldn't come back.  now, i just have to wait and see.  could be months, could be years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in a hold-mode till mid january when i get another MRI.  that will give us a better indication of my status....then more follow-up MRIs several times a year....unless i start acting '&lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chemo will continue indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;sad news: a permanent fixture and fellow old town alexandria merchant (a fun xmas store), that i worked around the corner from for the past +/-20yrs....died this past week.  guess from what?  brain cancer.  she had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandkids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tho....lucky her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were it not for my girlfriends, i shudder to think how miserable i would be....they really lift my spirits!  the emails, the calls, the dinners, the feeling of LOVE i get.  i actually went for days without crying.  it felt good.  now, not so good.  i feel scared and vulnerable....waiting for the other shoe to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why does it have to be the fastest growing brain tumor....grade 4 (the highest)...not 1, 2 or 3.  oh no, that would be too comfortable....give me some breathing room....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;argh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-7070338735076637059?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-1912370129718772024</id><published>2006-11-22T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:44:40.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR bracelets arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/3698/1600/cropped%20group%20shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/3698/320/cropped%20group%20shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/3698/1600/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/689/3698/320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the most amazing experience of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they came marching down the street....like a parade....all wearing the "believe in miracles" bracelets...carrying balloons....all &lt;strong&gt;41&lt;/strong&gt; of them!  faces i had not seen.  faces of those from long ago.  it was not a matter of who WAS there, it was a matter of who was NOT there.  i was blown away.  we ARE all in this together!  the solidarity i felt was humbling.  the bracelets are anchors. anchors, holding me here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the balloons?  they went to heaven without me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend alice, says that the legacy i leave, lies not in a piece of jewelry, but in the long line of people i have touched in my life.  she was the one who coordinated the bracelets (evidently there were &lt;strong&gt;51&lt;/strong&gt; ordered! can you say WOW?)so she had the opportunity to speak with so many.  she says my strength, my courage, my humor, my gratitude, my sheer will, with happiness and LOVE are my LEGACY.  that it already exists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i could only do something about this long road ahead of me, i would be a happy woman.  the doctor says the muscle mass will not return on its own.  its gonna take months and months of hard work....use it or lose it.  i am having trouble getting myself into the car, up the stairs, moving in bed.  i keep falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing is NOT an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-1912370129718772024?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1912370129718772024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=1912370129718772024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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following me all. my. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i look at the clock&lt;br /&gt;for example&lt;br /&gt;its 22 after the hour&lt;br /&gt;which happens to be my birthdate&lt;br /&gt;but consistantly&lt;br /&gt;day after day, week after week&lt;br /&gt;year after year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every date&lt;br /&gt;every receipt&lt;br /&gt;every ticket, coat check or otherwise&lt;br /&gt;barefootgirl22&lt;br /&gt;and 'the' birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and lets not forget the date I was admitted to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;September 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, all day&lt;br /&gt;every time i looked at the clock&lt;br /&gt;it was 22 after the hour&lt;br /&gt;and just now&lt;br /&gt;the page in a book about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goddesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name is Epona&lt;br /&gt;i liked her right away&lt;br /&gt;she is a Celtic healing goddess&lt;br /&gt;who is celebrated with her own festival in Rome&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you know&lt;br /&gt;loves all things kids and animals&lt;br /&gt;miss ellie, miss ellie!  you're home, you're home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it made me jump when i saw the number on the page &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;22!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ellen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;zila&lt;br /&gt;a Haitian goddess of love, &lt;br /&gt;some voodoo for yoo-oo&lt;br /&gt;she cries for the *shortness of life*&lt;br /&gt;me too, I cry everyday. &lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;br /&gt;and dancing, she loves to dance&lt;br /&gt;in my head, i hear that black chick&lt;br /&gt;telling me in that club in NYC:&lt;br /&gt;"you sure dance good for a white girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22zz22zz22zz22zz22zz22&lt;br /&gt;zackzoezackzoezackzoe&lt;br /&gt;please tell me how i knew?&lt;br /&gt;it tick tocks&lt;br /&gt;back and forth&lt;br /&gt;in its comfortable state&lt;br /&gt;its no wonder&lt;br /&gt;i got me some rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its freaky&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its not&lt;br /&gt;this rhythm of ME&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i am being sucked into the vortex&lt;br /&gt;the culmination of ME, &lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made the right choices&lt;br /&gt;just chugging along&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed, yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;just when i needed it the most&lt;br /&gt;is it all preordained, the dates been set?&lt;br /&gt;When will the tick tocking stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 22 you know it will be&lt;br /&gt;but will it be &lt;br /&gt;the minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2022&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm, that sounds good.  I'll take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-3619676561164658058?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3619676561164658058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=3619676561164658058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/3619676561164658058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/3619676561164658058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/11/revisited-22.html' title='revisited 22'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-636210615582655216</id><published>2006-11-15T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:01:43.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>radiation: it IS a cumlative total</title><content type='html'>whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were right, i should have believed them.  the radiation IS knocking me  down.  i can't even lift myself out of a chair.  i use a cane.  i am winded--constantly!   i fall regularly, dagg-nabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the good news?  i am in the homestretch.....and my hair appears to have fallen out nicely.  i have a reeeally high forehead, with some thinning on top, but thats about it (for now.)  the hats are working out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, at least i look good!!  small consolation, i know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days this week of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;targeted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; radiation (focus on the remains of the tumor and ZZZAP!!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;3 days next week.  2 days the following week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i. am. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;then the fun stuff begins.&lt;br /&gt;like rehabilitation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-636210615582655216?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/636210615582655216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=636210615582655216' title='0 Comments'/><link 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dust, &lt;br /&gt;its ironic that its the only thing i do &lt;br /&gt;(and windex as well) &lt;br /&gt;she comes every week for bathrooms and such &lt;br /&gt;a breath of fresh air &lt;br /&gt;an intense comfort for me &lt;br /&gt;like the silver lining &lt;br /&gt;in the NORMAL range in platelets &lt;br /&gt;whouldn't you know? &lt;br /&gt;its the chemo, its the chemo &lt;br /&gt;it wrecks havoc on some &lt;br /&gt;fortunately, not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it works like a clock &lt;br /&gt;all falling into place &lt;br /&gt;the rhythmic back and forth &lt;br /&gt;its on sync &lt;br /&gt;i have to have &lt;br /&gt;FAITH &lt;br /&gt;that things will work out &lt;br /&gt;as best as they can &lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature has given me a gift its true &lt;br /&gt;and instinct so real &lt;br /&gt;loving and kind &lt;br /&gt;i've got proof! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left brain damage &lt;br /&gt;the rightside loudly chugging along &lt;br /&gt;CREATIVE &lt;br /&gt;its says, calling out to me &lt;br /&gt;so whats the rush to get it &lt;br /&gt;DONE?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its clippings i cut &lt;br /&gt;and designs i design &lt;br /&gt;looking for a way to express who i am &lt;br /&gt;the rush that seems to overtake me &lt;br /&gt;in my quest to break free &lt;br /&gt;i am dubious at best &lt;br /&gt;cautious at worst &lt;br /&gt;i can visualize my display &lt;br /&gt;at the store &lt;br /&gt;does that count? &lt;br /&gt;do i see it from heaven &lt;br /&gt;or in person, right up close? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really intend that &lt;br /&gt;a symbol, a talisman, a legacy, &lt;br /&gt;a composite of &lt;br /&gt;ME &lt;br /&gt;as my new goal? &lt;br /&gt;my mission seems cloudy &lt;br /&gt;so its hurry up and &lt;br /&gt;DIE, &lt;br /&gt;or is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard heaven calling me the other nite &lt;br /&gt;it scared me like crazy &lt;br /&gt;so i just said &lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive is the difference &lt;br /&gt;with reconnections with &lt;br /&gt;MORE old friends from the past &lt;br /&gt;countless others coming back &lt;br /&gt;from out of the blue &lt;br /&gt;has humbled me greatly &lt;br /&gt;to hear their words of praise: &lt;br /&gt;"you've made a huge impact on my life, &lt;br /&gt;and i wear it with pride!" &lt;br /&gt;i've inspired them greatly &lt;br /&gt;thinking of me &lt;br /&gt;e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y &lt;br /&gt;come on admit, you know its true &lt;br /&gt;i've made an impression in each of your lives &lt;br /&gt;an imprint &lt;br /&gt;an essence of who i am &lt;br /&gt;i'm likeable &lt;br /&gt;i'm lovable &lt;br /&gt;and i care about YOU &lt;br /&gt;feel all MY love&lt;br /&gt;as i send it to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr D today gave me a big old squeeze, and told me what a trouper i am.  how proud he is of me!  imagine that!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116292336054835828</id><published>2006-11-07T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:02.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decadron</title><content type='html'>today is NOT a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would seem that the &lt;br /&gt;steriods i am on&lt;br /&gt;have had an interesting effect&lt;br /&gt;on my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do the goods outweigh &lt;br /&gt;the bads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we halved my steriods weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;because little old me&lt;br /&gt;was not doing well&lt;br /&gt;i started falling more&lt;br /&gt;dr asked yesterday&lt;br /&gt;an aha moment indeed&lt;br /&gt;quartered them on sunday&lt;br /&gt;and now i am&lt;br /&gt;even weaker and shakier than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is swelling from the&lt;br /&gt;radiation&lt;br /&gt;yet the steroids are not doing their job&lt;br /&gt;completely&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i just need to ride the wave for &lt;br /&gt;three more weeks&lt;br /&gt;and succumb to the fatigue,&lt;br /&gt;moon face, and swollen ankles&lt;br /&gt;tremors, shaking, weakness &lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;or is it brain damage &lt;br /&gt;i have suffered instead&lt;br /&gt;and only NOW just rearing its&lt;br /&gt;head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry  &lt;br /&gt;we see doctor on thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not lost sight of my mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116292336054835828?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116278567224859893</id><published>2006-11-05T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:02.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>we had brunch here today&lt;br /&gt;father-in-law and wife &lt;br /&gt;who live far away &lt;br /&gt;brought all the fixins for homemade chili&lt;br /&gt;with hot crusty bread and yummy salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice not to go &lt;strong&gt;OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT is hard to do&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting cards of encouragement&lt;br /&gt;from them all the time&lt;br /&gt;i had no idea that they cared &lt;br /&gt;as much as they do&lt;br /&gt;it boggles my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister-in-law &lt;br /&gt;who lives far, far away&lt;br /&gt;POPPED in &lt;br /&gt;to surprise me too!&lt;br /&gt;i shared my poems with her&lt;br /&gt;she's an English teacher, you know&lt;br /&gt;she liked my use of prepositions&lt;br /&gt;it was the BEST treat ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way:  i did &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; last nite.  and today too.  but they were both GOOD cries....if there is such a thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so technically, the daily record holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116278567224859893?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116278567224859893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>i did not cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am half-way there&lt;br /&gt;3 out of 6 weeks in,&lt;br /&gt;with the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;STARING&lt;br /&gt;at me in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;baldina rapidus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116268769809154884?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116268769809154884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116268769809154884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116268769809154884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116268769809154884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116242339629470228</id><published>2006-11-01T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:02.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mark</title><content type='html'>its so prophetic&lt;br /&gt;this chance of mine&lt;br /&gt;to leave&lt;br /&gt;my mark&lt;br /&gt;with a charm, a talisman&lt;br /&gt;a bauble&lt;br /&gt;a badge if you will&lt;br /&gt;my life long quest&lt;br /&gt;to design and wear&lt;br /&gt;that perfect little thing&lt;br /&gt;that looks so pretty&lt;br /&gt;yet makes some noise&lt;br /&gt;it gives back so much more&lt;br /&gt;something that makes you &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chance at fame &lt;br /&gt;perhaps&lt;br /&gt;thats all i ask&lt;br /&gt;i am in a race against time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will win?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116242339629470228?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116242339629470228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116242339629470228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116242339629470228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116242339629470228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-mark.html' title='my mark'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116242298612383988</id><published>2006-11-01T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:02.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity</title><content type='html'>click, click, click&lt;br /&gt;everything just&lt;br /&gt;falling&lt;br /&gt;into&lt;br /&gt;place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the years and years&lt;br /&gt;its always just &lt;br /&gt;click, click, clicked&lt;br /&gt;our full moons&lt;br /&gt;our rainbows &lt;br /&gt;always looking up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;towards that unknown thing&lt;br /&gt;on up ahead&lt;br /&gt;not so far in the distance&lt;br /&gt;but just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;it has not swung its last rep&lt;br /&gt;nor slowed down at least&lt;br /&gt;its just another &lt;br /&gt;click, click, click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry too much&lt;br /&gt;i am not done yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116242298612383988?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116242298612383988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116242298612383988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116242298612383988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116242298612383988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/11/synchronicity.html' title='Synchronicity'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116242231908546543</id><published>2006-11-01T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:02.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sylvia</title><content type='html'>if you just can't show me&lt;br /&gt;tell me&lt;br /&gt;demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;make me feel&lt;br /&gt;in a place deep inside&lt;br /&gt;that you love me&lt;br /&gt;instead of the chill i feel from you&lt;br /&gt;i must have made it my mission&lt;br /&gt;to have everyone else love me instead&lt;br /&gt;because evidently they do&lt;br /&gt;i feel loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mother's love comes from within&lt;br /&gt;a knowing place inside&lt;br /&gt;the maternal instinct&lt;br /&gt;the feelings so real&lt;br /&gt;an image so vivid&lt;br /&gt;the moment my son was born&lt;br /&gt;a collective of women&lt;br /&gt;pushing me from behind&lt;br /&gt;eons and eons&lt;br /&gt;of generations long ago&lt;br /&gt;giving me the insight&lt;br /&gt;into how its done&lt;br /&gt;its in ALL women&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;goddess&lt;/strong&gt; in us all&lt;br /&gt;an instinct so real&lt;br /&gt;how could it be missing in &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116242231908546543?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116242231908546543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116242231908546543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116242231908546543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116242231908546543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/11/sylvia.html' title='sylvia'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116230437878199403</id><published>2006-10-31T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:01.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired</title><content type='html'>i am inspired!&lt;br /&gt;i have been pouring over jewelry books&lt;br /&gt;creating &lt;br /&gt;designing a logo&lt;br /&gt;totally racing against time&lt;br /&gt;"Gray Matters" for brain cancer research&lt;br /&gt;my legacy&lt;br /&gt;my reputation&lt;br /&gt;my contribution&lt;br /&gt;all in an elegant store&lt;br /&gt;that i helped create &lt;br /&gt;where i have given of myself&lt;br /&gt;for nearly 20 years&lt;br /&gt;where people will and DO, &lt;br /&gt;(much to my amazement)&lt;br /&gt;CARE&lt;br /&gt;i inspire them!&lt;br /&gt;what an amazing concept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel strong&lt;br /&gt;empowered&lt;br /&gt;even tho i am losing my hair&lt;br /&gt;in clumps&lt;br /&gt;and weaker every day&lt;br /&gt;i need a cane.&lt;br /&gt;i fell again&lt;br /&gt;on my face this time.&lt;br /&gt;its the steroids they tell me&lt;br /&gt;i am being weaned off them&lt;br /&gt;s-l-o-w-l-y&lt;br /&gt;why does it reduce the swelling in my brain&lt;br /&gt;but not the moon on my face&lt;br /&gt;or the width of my ankles&lt;br /&gt;can you say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swollen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days are good&lt;br /&gt;some are bad&lt;br /&gt;i cry every. single. day.&lt;br /&gt;many times in fact&lt;br /&gt;what a cruel&lt;br /&gt;death sentence&lt;br /&gt;failure is NOT an option&lt;br /&gt;dear daughter must get thru high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as things evolve&lt;br /&gt;they shift and change along the way&lt;br /&gt;i am enjoying this time so much&lt;br /&gt;with my husband&lt;br /&gt;what a team we are&lt;br /&gt;people have always envied us&lt;br /&gt;what we share&lt;br /&gt;i will take whatever life gives me&lt;br /&gt;to spend eternity with him&lt;br /&gt;we are going to keep my ashes in a box&lt;br /&gt;and combine them&lt;br /&gt;scatter them together&lt;br /&gt;in our favorite spot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116230437878199403?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116230437878199403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116230437878199403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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say&lt;br /&gt;gunmetal gray leather&lt;br /&gt;with a nice metal toggle clasp &lt;br /&gt;will they be&lt;br /&gt;we will &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; wear them&lt;br /&gt;unified&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gray Matters" a whole lot to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;a chance to do some good&lt;br /&gt;a foundation in my honor&lt;br /&gt;they are counting on me.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone can do this&lt;br /&gt;is MUST be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is my mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today norma, my "nail tech" who has been a wonderful spiritual connection for me....(heck, she holds my hands in hers) &lt;strong&gt;GAVE &lt;/strong&gt;me her services for &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;....(cuz i asked for a discount...muy expensivo)  she said it was the right thing to do.  pay it forward. that &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt; was her ministry....this is where she helps, where she makes me feel good.  we cried like crazy.  it was the most amazing experience thus far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send some loving thoughts my way.&lt;br /&gt;thanx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116209137229231186?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116209137229231186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116209137229231186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116209137229231186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116209137229231186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (ALL the girls and i) have been talking about some kind of "ya-ya" sisterhood bracelets for all of us....something that we can wear that gives us solidarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not design and create something that goes to &lt;strong&gt;brain tumor research &lt;/strong&gt;in MY HONOR? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its given me hope and inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to look forward to.  charms that say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no day but today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray Matters (in the shape of a twisted ribbon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no place like HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courage, strength, bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et al&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and then of course, after my demise, the obligitory: *E* Memorial Fund.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could sell them at the store! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheer genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can i pull it off....?&lt;div 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NOT thru high school? what do you mean? &lt;br /&gt;the ramifications are overwhelming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so much like that TV show that deardaughter and i used to watch.  Providence.  the mom.  she was dead too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can barely breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooow!  want some good news?  &lt;br /&gt;i'll be in a coma &lt;br /&gt;easy choice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116162933523455884?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116162933523455884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116162933523455884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116162933523455884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116162933523455884'/><link rel='alternate' 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our&lt;br /&gt;Spider Graveyard&lt;br /&gt;extra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spooooky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this year&lt;br /&gt;for our annual neighborhood Halloween parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;i begin again anew&lt;br /&gt;round two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116160545024556689?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116160545024556689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116160545024556689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116160545024556689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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only&lt;br /&gt;organ&lt;br /&gt;unit&lt;br /&gt;that makes me &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are looking at me weird&lt;br /&gt;i'm doin dumb stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116145180735081374?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116145180735081374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116145180735081374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116145180735081374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116145180735081374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-question.html' title='good question'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116131543202615891</id><published>2006-10-19T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:01.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moon face</title><content type='html'>4 out of 30 radiation treatments under my belt&lt;br /&gt;they get progressively worse over time&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;cumlative&lt;/strong&gt; total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zapped&lt;/em&gt; into my brain&lt;br /&gt;they make me feel really weird&lt;br /&gt;like jolts into my head&lt;br /&gt;and it will make me lose my hair&lt;br /&gt;i can already feel where it burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, i am so bouyed by the love i feel. for someone who never got it on the front end, i sure ended up with it on the back end. i feel so fortunate. i have everything in place, my home is my sanctuary. the colors, the warmth. here, i feel safe. protected. the other day my friend said &lt;em&gt;i made her day&lt;/em&gt;, by doing so good! my doctor asked me for a hug today. we are all in &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and i must THANK my dr. mcdreamy (&lt;em&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/em&gt; reference for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; neuro-surgeon) for leaving my hair intact. he was good, and vain. he understood. i remember his nice white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;costa rican gentleman. bless him, bless him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby and i are falling in love all over again.&lt;br /&gt;we ARE joined at the hip. we ARE a great team. i will take what i can get from him in a heartbeat. we laff a lot. we ARE a love story in progress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry a lot&lt;br /&gt;tears of joy and blessings. tears of fears.&lt;br /&gt;i must be ready&lt;br /&gt;i must make some important decisions:&lt;br /&gt;like those that hubby must face&lt;br /&gt;how incapacitated i will accept&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never be OLD&lt;br /&gt;i am the ALWAYS the youngest&lt;br /&gt;girl in the doctor's waiting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will i ever be the same?&lt;br /&gt;my short-term goal is just to dance.&lt;br /&gt;the end-all, be-all, of &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; that is ME.&lt;br /&gt;it is gonna be hard work&lt;br /&gt;cuz i am impaired&lt;br /&gt;NO muscle mass at all&lt;br /&gt;just skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;and slow, slow, slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an uphill climb&lt;br /&gt;toward&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116109011976507435</id><published>2006-10-17T07:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:01.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a bittersweet surprise</title><content type='html'>yesterday i had my final fitting&lt;br /&gt;for my plastic mesh mask&lt;br /&gt;they are making all the final marks on it&lt;br /&gt;it will hold my head in place&lt;br /&gt;clamped down&lt;br /&gt;it took what seemed like&lt;br /&gt;forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;they offered me an opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to get started with my&lt;br /&gt;treatments&lt;br /&gt;right away&lt;br /&gt;was i interested?&lt;br /&gt;it would make it a long day,&lt;br /&gt;but we could get started&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;then the chemo pills last nite&lt;br /&gt;to top it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jumped&lt;br /&gt;bring it on&lt;br /&gt;lets get this party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was most anxious&lt;br /&gt;the chemo drug was the unknown&lt;br /&gt;but i made it thru the nite&lt;br /&gt;without hurling&lt;br /&gt;the first nite is supposed to be the worst&lt;br /&gt;i feel extremely funky today&lt;br /&gt;headache, sore thoat, shakey&lt;br /&gt;but otherwise OK&lt;br /&gt;(and s-l-o-w)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45 daily is my radiation&lt;br /&gt;for six weeks, five days a week.&lt;br /&gt;i will lose my hair in big old splotches&lt;br /&gt;on both sides of my head.&lt;br /&gt;how lovely&lt;br /&gt;good thing i look good in hats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116109011976507435?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116100623016074909</id><published>2006-10-16T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:01.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a plateau</title><content type='html'>it looks like a may have reached a plateau&lt;br /&gt;i am only&lt;br /&gt;so much better&lt;br /&gt;i fell again yesterday&lt;br /&gt;crumbled, in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right side is shaking like a leaf&lt;br /&gt;but my brain capacity&lt;br /&gt;is kicking ASS!&lt;br /&gt;i feel mentally&lt;br /&gt;strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even begin to think about&lt;br /&gt;recovery&lt;br /&gt;while i have my chemo and radiation&lt;br /&gt;to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;like hell&lt;br /&gt;months of hell&lt;br /&gt;there is a chance i could be further disabled&lt;br /&gt;by zapping my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can recover&lt;br /&gt;but will i ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;incapicatated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i move S-L-O-W&lt;br /&gt;will i dance again&lt;br /&gt;that is my goal for now&lt;br /&gt;just to dance.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is gonna be tough&lt;br /&gt;i will have to work hard&lt;br /&gt;i am ready for the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling daughter had a meltdown the other nite&lt;br /&gt;she cried so hard&lt;br /&gt;i tried to point out to her that things were&lt;br /&gt;as good as they can be&lt;br /&gt;i am young&lt;br /&gt;i am strong&lt;br /&gt;WE are great&lt;br /&gt;WE are a strong family unit&lt;br /&gt;WE have the love to carry us thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i held my tongue about&lt;br /&gt;was the fact that i could be&lt;br /&gt;dead&lt;br /&gt;in a coma&lt;br /&gt;MORE incapacitated even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured she didn't need&lt;br /&gt;to hear that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she woke yesterday&lt;br /&gt;feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;i am glad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116100623016074909?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116100623016074909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116100623016074909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116100623016074909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116100623016074909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/10/plateau.html' title='a plateau'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116076377255316409</id><published>2006-10-13T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:01.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am lucky</title><content type='html'>i'm so restless&lt;br /&gt;i want to get this show on the road&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a good day,&lt;br /&gt;today, maybe not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel funky&lt;br /&gt;on my right side&lt;br /&gt;all up and down&lt;br /&gt;its unsettling&lt;br /&gt;un-nerving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to receive visitors&lt;br /&gt;they are coming in droves&lt;br /&gt;i am so lucky&lt;br /&gt;to have such love and devotion in my life&lt;br /&gt;i feel the love, i really do&lt;br /&gt;they cry for me&lt;br /&gt;i cry with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what the chemo and radiation will be like&lt;br /&gt;will it leave me permantly scarred&lt;br /&gt;will i be &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what?&lt;br /&gt;will it come back,&lt;br /&gt;badder and worse than ever&lt;br /&gt;i am making arrangements&lt;br /&gt;i must be ready for anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116076377255316409?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116076377255316409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116076377255316409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116076377255316409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116076377255316409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-lucky.html' title='i am lucky'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-116067553559279441</id><published>2006-10-12T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:01.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason</title><content type='html'>there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;i have been plagued&lt;br /&gt;with health problems&lt;br /&gt;all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how that feels&lt;br /&gt;nothing surprises me&lt;br /&gt;it made me strong&lt;br /&gt;tough&lt;br /&gt;i am a fighter&lt;br /&gt;scrappy even&lt;br /&gt;i am ready&lt;br /&gt;to fight the fight&lt;br /&gt;bring it on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116067553559279441?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116067553559279441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116067553559279441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bad" is an understatement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i am prepared for this&lt;br /&gt;a lifetime of medical woes has&lt;br /&gt;left me strong&lt;br /&gt;determined&lt;br /&gt;to survive&lt;br /&gt;to live life&lt;br /&gt;to take nothing for granted&lt;br /&gt;ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;altho i did &lt;strong&gt;fall&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday&lt;br /&gt;an unfortunate setback&lt;br /&gt;that puts everything in perspective&lt;br /&gt;i am not as tough as i think i am&lt;br /&gt;but i am not as weak either&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in-between&lt;br /&gt;i probably should be walking with a cane&lt;br /&gt;but relying on that will make me&lt;br /&gt;soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got fitted for my mask for radiation yesterday&lt;br /&gt;something to hold my head still while they&lt;br /&gt;zap my brain&lt;br /&gt;i will lose my hair in patches&lt;br /&gt;how lovely&lt;br /&gt;i will also take a chemo pill&lt;br /&gt;which SHOULD help with my&lt;br /&gt;blood disorder too&lt;br /&gt;those shots were just awful&lt;br /&gt;i will never miss them&lt;br /&gt;at all&lt;br /&gt;i see my blood dr today&lt;br /&gt;he will prescribe the pill&lt;br /&gt;that will hopefully&lt;br /&gt;keep this from recurring&lt;br /&gt;and with six weeks of radiation&lt;br /&gt;five days a week&lt;br /&gt;i will live&lt;br /&gt;a life&lt;br /&gt;waiting for it to reappear&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;cuz oh,  it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of dieing&lt;br /&gt;after all this&lt;br /&gt;makes me so mad&lt;br /&gt;i could scream&lt;br /&gt;but who would hear me&lt;br /&gt;a voice&lt;br /&gt;far off in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the love&lt;br /&gt;i know i do&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;unworthy&lt;/strong&gt; is an understatement&lt;br /&gt;like i am conning everyone&lt;br /&gt;they should only know the truth&lt;br /&gt;they would be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;at their love and devotion&lt;br /&gt;but yet&lt;br /&gt;they know me&lt;br /&gt;they know the REAL me&lt;br /&gt;they see inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the calm before the storm&lt;br /&gt;next week my treatments start&lt;br /&gt;i will be fatigued and tired&lt;br /&gt;cranky&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling husband&lt;br /&gt;has taken control&lt;br /&gt;he has risen to the occasion&lt;br /&gt;for all that he has missed up until now&lt;br /&gt;he has stepped up to the plate&lt;br /&gt;taken a leave of absence&lt;br /&gt;doing the hard job&lt;br /&gt;being the care giver&lt;br /&gt;gladly&lt;br /&gt;openly&lt;br /&gt;with love and devotion&lt;br /&gt;we are a good team&lt;br /&gt;he and i&lt;br /&gt;i value and appreciate him&lt;br /&gt;more everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i could just do&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;sexual with him&lt;br /&gt;my life would be full indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-116049619509335371?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/116049619509335371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=116049619509335371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116049619509335371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/116049619509335371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/10/calm-before-storm.html' title='the calm before the storm'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115988762605116194</id><published>2006-10-03T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i had brain surgery</title><content type='html'>my world fell apart&lt;br /&gt;everyone said i was acting so weird&lt;br /&gt;i kept crying a lot&lt;br /&gt;so so so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faye suggested last friday&lt;br /&gt;that i get my tail in there&lt;br /&gt;be proactive&lt;br /&gt;take the bull by the horns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cat scan showed that it had in fact grown&lt;br /&gt;i have staples in my head&lt;br /&gt;multiple glioma&lt;br /&gt;the most aggressive,&lt;br /&gt;but also the most treatable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr mcdreamy did my surgery&lt;br /&gt;i sat in there for nearly a week&lt;br /&gt;now they have me at a hospital for rehab,&lt;br /&gt;fortunately close to home to home&lt;br /&gt;(as opposed the one which was far)&lt;br /&gt;i start my treatments radiation, chemo&lt;br /&gt;at yet another hospital&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will be out of here too&lt;br /&gt;and can begin the healing process&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a team working with me&lt;br /&gt;my friends and neighbors have all been wonderful&lt;br /&gt;everyone comes by to offer their condolences&lt;br /&gt;and food. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want their pity&lt;br /&gt;i just want my dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared&lt;br /&gt;i am worried that i won't see my kids grow up&lt;br /&gt;walk them down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;kiss my first grandchild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old friend&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could share this with him&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115988762605116194?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115988762605116194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115988762605116194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115988762605116194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115988762605116194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-brain-surgery.html' title='i had brain surgery'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115878915656500631</id><published>2006-09-20T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>i have no voice&lt;br /&gt;there are no words&lt;br /&gt;desperate isolation works&lt;br /&gt;just as good as any&lt;br /&gt;but yet, i know&lt;br /&gt;the truth will set you free&lt;br /&gt;there is goodness to be found here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i allow my well meaning friends and neighbors&lt;br /&gt;to talk about anything &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than this&lt;br /&gt;it has robbed me of my speech&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how dumb i feel&lt;br /&gt;stammering in silence&lt;br /&gt;my hand up to my face&lt;br /&gt;why oh why&lt;br /&gt;this can't be me,&lt;br /&gt;can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i allow my well meaning husband&lt;br /&gt;to look at me, at first in silence&lt;br /&gt;now avoiding me like the plague&lt;br /&gt;the pain in his eyes is palpable&lt;br /&gt;there is much hurt there&lt;br /&gt;should i continue to serve my fancy&lt;br /&gt;tho it ceases to be&lt;br /&gt;do i reach out to him&lt;br /&gt;yet still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may have learned&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't have to be that bad&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't have to hurt&lt;br /&gt;it should lift you up&lt;br /&gt;it should hoist you high in the air&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115878915656500631?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115875552858886638</id><published>2006-09-20T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...for now...</title><content type='html'>crying thru tears&lt;br /&gt;move past all the years&lt;br /&gt;i see your face calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;beckoning&lt;br /&gt;come here it pleads&lt;br /&gt;no, i can not&lt;br /&gt;not today or ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit and ponder&lt;br /&gt;why has life done this to me&lt;br /&gt;the duality of my life&lt;br /&gt;so rich on one side&lt;br /&gt;so deficient on the other&lt;br /&gt;a striking balance so difficult to maintain&lt;br /&gt;a thread hung so precariously&lt;br /&gt;all dangling there&lt;br /&gt;out in the open&lt;br /&gt;waiting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;for the other shoe to drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;i have found the answer&lt;br /&gt;to the age-old question&lt;br /&gt;how to integrate the two&lt;br /&gt;the merging of the act&lt;br /&gt;the intensity&lt;br /&gt;as waves of feelings envelope me&lt;br /&gt;ride that toy&lt;br /&gt;and ride it hard&lt;br /&gt;until we explode in passion&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115875552858886638?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115875552858886638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115875552858886638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115875552858886638'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;with his velvety softness&lt;br /&gt;thru thick and thru thin&lt;br /&gt;just like jerry &amp;amp; elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried doing *that*&lt;br /&gt;but that was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;so instead of bringing me up&lt;br /&gt;the way it should,&lt;br /&gt;it only sought to re-establish&lt;br /&gt;that which we knew was right&lt;br /&gt;all along&lt;br /&gt;you can't go there&lt;br /&gt;and cum back.&lt;br /&gt;you must &lt;strong&gt;come&lt;/strong&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;right away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115859910028990599?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115859910028990599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115859910028990599' 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lost my voice&lt;br /&gt;its no where to be found&lt;br /&gt;time has served no warning &lt;br /&gt;no backward glance&lt;br /&gt;i only speak in metaphors&lt;br /&gt;like twinkly sparkles in the sand&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yesterday was no accident&lt;br /&gt;the girl i noticed so&lt;br /&gt;with the flippy hair &lt;br /&gt;and straight white teeth&lt;br /&gt;a rehab nurse, imagine that&lt;br /&gt;brain trauma center &lt;br /&gt;on my bus, with me&lt;br /&gt;to chaperone a bunch of high school &lt;br /&gt;band geeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reality of my situation&lt;br /&gt;has not gone un-noticed&lt;br /&gt;there are people who care and worry about me&lt;br /&gt;the situation is still unfolding&lt;br /&gt;like a blanket in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;always fluid&lt;br /&gt;everchanging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115851198269200359?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115851198269200359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115851198269200359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115851198269200359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115851198269200359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/blanket.html' title='a blanket'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115837121933672203</id><published>2006-09-15T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>respect</title><content type='html'>maybe its a good thing i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;it certainly gave way to him voicing his concerns&lt;br /&gt;he told me he felt like a bad dad, &lt;br /&gt;and a bad husband&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he had to distance himself&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he was sorry&lt;br /&gt;more times than i can count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he apologized&lt;br /&gt;that the timing was so bad&lt;br /&gt;just when i needed him the most&lt;br /&gt;when my world came crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;he apologized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why then do i feel so sad &lt;br /&gt;because i am in mourning&lt;br /&gt;for a love yet to be found &lt;br /&gt;one that i know i can never, ever have &lt;br /&gt;starving for the attention&lt;br /&gt;from the one who can't give it &lt;br /&gt;nor should he, if he was able &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect &lt;br /&gt;thats the word that keeps coming to mind&lt;br /&gt;my respect for him for doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;tho they were misguided, and abrupt at times&lt;br /&gt;he did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;for all the right reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115837121933672203?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115837121933672203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115837121933672203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115837121933672203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115837121933672203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/respect.html' title='respect'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115823652406294551</id><published>2006-09-14T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT: wanna peek?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/sep07_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/sep07_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, cum closer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel your breath against my tits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to feel what i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hunger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HHNT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115823652406294551?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115823652406294551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115823652406294551' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115823652406294551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115823652406294551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/hnt-wanna-peek.html' title='HNT: wanna peek?'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115807821356973150</id><published>2006-09-12T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for your consideration</title><content type='html'>i just bought a new sex toy on-line that caught my eye.  it has a nice long handle that allows you to go at *it* frontwards or backwards....all with a curvy g spot thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clapping hands feverishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, as long as i've got time on my hands....i don't feel particularly energetic....i can't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; anywhere....what else do i have to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i knew you would see it my way.  (besides, i needed to lighten the mood from yesterday's depressing post.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115807821356973150?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115807821356973150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115807821356973150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115807821356973150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115807821356973150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-your-consideration.html' title='for your consideration'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115798454584366453</id><published>2006-09-11T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering</title><content type='html'>i could see the world trade towers &lt;br /&gt;off in the distance from my childhood bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;something like seven miles as the crow flies&lt;br /&gt;from here to there&lt;br /&gt;i remember when they went up.  &lt;br /&gt;they were like a beacon to me, calling out  &lt;br /&gt;it was as if they were saying to me:  get out.  get out. escape!  &lt;br /&gt;and i did.  i thrived, in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they came crashing down. and so did i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the summer of 2001&lt;br /&gt;when i lost the use of my right arm&lt;br /&gt;for several hours&lt;br /&gt;my bob dole arm i called it,&lt;br /&gt;it hung there like lead &lt;br /&gt;we had just moved into our new house&lt;br /&gt;it was a stressful time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has changed in these five years&lt;br /&gt;how can we go from such hope for the future&lt;br /&gt;to such despair&lt;br /&gt;a world so full of promise and possiblities&lt;br /&gt;to a world full of wars &lt;br /&gt;and brain tumors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me shake my head&lt;br /&gt;and hunger for the best&lt;br /&gt;there is more for us out there&lt;br /&gt;isn't there?&lt;br /&gt;all is not lost&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115798454584366453?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115798454584366453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115798454584366453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115798454584366453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115798454584366453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/remembering.html' title='remembering'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115782034979888803</id><published>2006-09-09T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:08:00.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"awkward"</title><content type='html'>that was the word he used: awkward.  as in "i feel so awkward touching you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was last night.  at first he said, i just want to touch you, hold you.  i was flattered beyond words!  how sweet!  he just wants to cradle me in his arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well one thing led to another.  before i realized (ha ha) what was happening, his hands were all over me.  touching my breasts, my butt, my crotch.  ok, so maybe this would go ok.  his dick was hard, my puss was wet-ish.  certainly i felt something passionate growing inside me....even if my puss was only wet-ish.  his hands probed deeper and deeper.  then they stopped.  cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck, i say?  why did you stop?  i thought i was hurting you, he says.  well you were sorta...how about if i move like this?  that was it.  thats when i heard the fateful word: "awkward".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey buddy, if YOU feel awkward, can you imagine how awkward that *word* makes ME feel?  all of a sudden, it came to a screeching halt.  once again.  we lay there in silence.  then he said he wanted to try again, could we please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!  i said.  no you cannot.  i cannot be played like a yo-yo.  pull me in, throw me out.  again and again.  then what happens?  i end up crying like a baby, alone in the bathroom, while you happily fall asleep all relaxed and rejuvinated.  not this time buddy.  its not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i rolled over and went to sleep.  he probably j/o'ed once he heard my soft, deep breathing.  so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115782034979888803?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115782034979888803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115782034979888803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115782034979888803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115782034979888803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/awkward_09.html' title='&quot;awkward&quot;'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115772898325461899</id><published>2006-09-08T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hisssssss</title><content type='html'>how do i cram the rest of my life into 10+yrs?  i'll be lucky to live that long.  my blood is not cooperating.  i take INF injections 3x/week.  the brain tumor lurks menacingly.  it'll be fine, they say.  till its &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;, i say!  here one minute, gone the next.  just like before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke from those seizures a different person.  i see things from a different perspective.  i just BE different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mortality.  it sucks.   know why?  cuz its a heavy burden to bare--even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it turns out to be untrue.  kind of a lose/lose situation, no matter how it faces up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its given me an insight tho into something i need to pay attention to.  before its too late:  my history of journaling.  since 1972.  except that NOW is time. the time is NOW!  while i remember my on-line passwords....and my blogger name....while i have this forum to speak....i have got to put it ALL down, before i can't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*old friend* turned on the switch several years ago.  he was the catalyst for change.  he enabled me to access this special side of myself.  a side that must remain anonymous...but yet allows me to share...emote.  personally i see it as a win/win.  i will not always have this luxury of time.  it must be let out.  like steam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115772898325461899?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115772898325461899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115772898325461899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115772898325461899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115772898325461899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/hisssssss.html' title='hisssssss'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115763304962287768</id><published>2006-09-07T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT: moi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/sep07_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/sep07_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who me?  surely you jest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see thru HNT for YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115763304962287768?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115746531473650985</id><published>2006-09-05T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy dance, happy dance!</title><content type='html'>the kids are in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doin the happy dance, happy dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooo hoooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115746531473650985?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115746531473650985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115746531473650985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115746531473650985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115746531473650985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-dance-happy-dance.html' title='happy dance, happy dance!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115733627125572031</id><published>2006-09-03T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>n-o-t-h-i-n-g</title><content type='html'>i was thinking that maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;his mom comes over this morning, &lt;br /&gt;and i discover that i have nothing to say to her either.&lt;br /&gt;he has even less to say to her, than me.&lt;br /&gt;lots of looong, awkward silences&lt;br /&gt;i try to fill time with mindless chatter&lt;br /&gt;we take our afternoon walk with still no talking&lt;br /&gt;he has an amazing grasp of the obvious&lt;br /&gt;i would rather not comment&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;let it go, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite, at dinner&lt;br /&gt;our teenage son is giving me cause for concern, &lt;br /&gt;his attention to girls, the phone, the band&lt;br /&gt;being on the drumline is position of honor&lt;br /&gt;all the trappings and trimmings&lt;br /&gt;a reputation to uphold&lt;br /&gt;his grades suck however&lt;br /&gt;altho his intellect would disagree&lt;br /&gt;he is distracted&lt;br /&gt;by things other than assignments&lt;br /&gt;lets start the school year on the right foot&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute.  &lt;br /&gt;why am i doing all the talking?&lt;br /&gt;certainly the father&lt;br /&gt;must have something insightful to say&lt;br /&gt;words that will hit home&lt;br /&gt;reinforce the restrictions i place on son's time&lt;br /&gt;now is important&lt;br /&gt;this is your one chance to turn the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but across the table i sit&lt;br /&gt;looking at the man who would be the father&lt;br /&gt;and he says nothing&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;doesn't even reiterate what i just said&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;i am aghast&lt;br /&gt;he leaves me hanging out in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;dangling in the wind&lt;br /&gt;all alone&lt;br /&gt;it was a moment that stood&lt;br /&gt;frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;the enormity of it&lt;br /&gt;only just now, sinking in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(i guess thats one way to put it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people ask what i do with my days....how do i spend my time?  how do i tell them that am able to pass the time so effortlessly?  that its easy to let the time fly by here in cyberworld.  its harder -out there- in the &lt;strong&gt;real world&lt;/strong&gt;. i find that i am stifled by the restrictions i face, and limitations placed on me.  trapped, like a caged animal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats ok tho.  i have lived life fully.  maybe now its time to rest and recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115724210257213447?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115724210257213447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115724210257213447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115724210257213447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115724210257213447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls-nite-tonite.html' title='girls nite tonite!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115698047740220050</id><published>2006-08-30T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HNT: a view from the top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/aug30_002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/aug30_002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had some good days and some bad days&lt;br /&gt;times when i could not stay awake&lt;br /&gt;but on i trudged&lt;br /&gt;throughout the week&lt;br /&gt;pushing myself beyond all reason&lt;br /&gt;for that one chance, &lt;br /&gt;when its &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; turn &lt;br /&gt;to say &lt;strong&gt;Happy HNT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a special thanks this week, to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy blogger guy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;for giving me a great perspective!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115698047740220050?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115698047740220050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115698047740220050' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115698047740220050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115698047740220050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/hnt-view-from-top.html' title='HNT: a view from the top'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115677882044283579</id><published>2006-08-28T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daydreaming</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for you....over here....cum closer&lt;br /&gt;my pussy is hot and twitching &lt;br /&gt;I need you to touch me, lick me, put your hand in me&lt;br /&gt;feel the wetness, its all for you to consume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tits ache for you...feel them, tweak them, knead them&lt;br /&gt;they are the real deal, nothing fake.&lt;br /&gt;Cum, suckle at my breasts&lt;br /&gt;feel them tighten in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum here, let me kiss you all over&lt;br /&gt;your neck, your mouth, your butt.&lt;br /&gt;I need to touch you&lt;br /&gt;to run my hands all over your body &lt;br /&gt;caress your tits&lt;br /&gt;suck them and bite them...just a little....&lt;br /&gt;work my hands and mouth down to your waiting cock&lt;br /&gt;its growing by the second&lt;br /&gt;its feels so good&lt;br /&gt;as my tongue explores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you breathing harder and harder&lt;br /&gt;the sound of your gasps make me want you more&lt;br /&gt;deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;you taste so good&lt;br /&gt;enjoy and savor the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, its not time yet.&lt;br /&gt;Now I want you to explore&lt;br /&gt;to get to know me, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, touch me, feel me all over&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it when I touch myself like this?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see my finger probing deep into my hole&lt;br /&gt;Its so wet and juicey down there&lt;br /&gt;cum, take a taste, I know you'll like it&lt;br /&gt;cum on, fuck me with your tongue&lt;br /&gt;feel my whole body shake and shudder&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum here, lie down.&lt;br /&gt;I want to climb on top of you &lt;br /&gt;Can I turn around&lt;br /&gt;and face backward?&lt;br /&gt;That way you can see your dick&lt;br /&gt;as it slides in and out of my pussy&lt;br /&gt;See how hot that looks?&lt;br /&gt;Your boys feel nice and tight&lt;br /&gt;the skin on your thighs so soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to cum&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have a mind blowing experience&lt;br /&gt;I want you to do to me&lt;br /&gt;whatever your wildest dreams have imagined&lt;br /&gt;I will do whatever you ask.&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;I am your slave...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115651648258419087</id><published>2006-08-25T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nooooo!</title><content type='html'>say it ain't so!  &lt;br /&gt;i guess it was a rhetorical question, eh?!   &lt;br /&gt; its been rampant in my neighborhood too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;News report says Bruce Springsteen has the fever for a widowed redhead&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 25, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nj.com/news/ledger/index.ssf?/base/news-8/1156486625219130.xml&amp;coll=1"&gt;http://www.nj.com/news/ledger/index.ssf?/base/news-8/1156486625219130.xml&amp;coll=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.  everyone &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have a hungry heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gnawing question remains tho: is there room for more than one person in your heart to love passionately, deeply?   does one have an endless capacity for love?    afterall, the heart is a muscle.   it can stretch and grow throughout your life.  love is empowering, it gives you strength.   isn't there always room for juuust one more?   i am not sure that there is a finite amount that can fit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is so hungry.   is that because it is not completely full?   (sounds anorexic to me....a constant state of hunger...)   or are there simply not enough people in there to top it off?    (my group would be relatively small...no family ties &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.)    is it sheer human nature to keep looking for that special connection that reaches to the core of your soul and fills you up?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots 'o questions.  little answers&lt;a href="http://http://www.nj.com/news/ledger/index.ssf?/base/news-8/1156486625219130.xml&amp;coll=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115651648258419087?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115651648258419087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115651648258419087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115651648258419087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115651648258419087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/nooooo.html' title='nooooo!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115644372496392052</id><published>2006-08-24T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:59.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my scenic view</title><content type='html'>i went to the blood doctor today.  my numbers are back up (not as high as before tho.)  argh!  we'll keep monitoring.  yea, yea.  since i can't drive due to the seizures, and because the doctor is nearby, i decided to walk home from my appointment.  its only +/- a mile, or so.  it was nice and hot and sunny.  good thing i had the sun behind me tho, otherwise i might have fainted.  my arse was draggin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i just feel like shit.  by thursdays, i am pooped out.  HNT at least gives me some inspiration.  the doctor could see my old spirit was MIA too.  i do hope that i can recover some of it back.  i am living in some kind of limbo...pergatory...waiting to emerge on the other side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my hands shake (a lot!)  i am so tired.  will i ever feel better?  only time (and blood tests and an MRI) will tell.  i remain optimistic.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the kids are never here.  they are off somewhere else.  i'm kinda trapped....even tho i am secretly enjoying the solitude.  shhh!  don't tell anyone.  its quiet.  my house is my sanctuary.  even the sheets on my bed are cool, crisp and inviting. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i just got a call from a neighbor about tonite's dinner.  it will be here at 5:00.  how lovely!  everyone is being so nice, and is truely worried about me.  it humbles me.  its hard learning how to say thank you, and truely being grateful for all that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count me as one who is enjoying the trip, and not only looking toward the destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115644372496392052?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115644372496392052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115644372496392052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115644372496392052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115644372496392052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-scenic-view.html' title='my scenic view'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115642321798136755</id><published>2006-08-24T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy HNT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/aug24_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/aug24_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lest you think i was feeling up and perky, i want to remind you that hubby is giving me interferon injections in my tummy 3x/week.  physically it leaves me bruised and dragging, but emotionally it charges me up, goddamn it!  i have more lives than a stinkin cat, and i ain't dead yet.  bring it on.  purrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115642321798136755?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115642321798136755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115642321798136755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115642321798136755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115642321798136755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-hnt.html' title='happy HNT!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115633747672096570</id><published>2006-08-23T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>it can be found in many places.  thru the words i read, the pictures i glance at, the memories i embrace.  *old friend* turned on a switch inside me that continues to heat up to this day.  i seem to need that continued inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been so horny lately.  the hubby seems disinterested.  his focus is on giving me my inteferon shots, keeping track of my health, going to work and falling fast asleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i had to take matters into my own hands.  right there, in the middle of the day, on my knees, watching myself in front of the mirror, next to our bed.  it felt so good, even if it took a while to find my lube, change the batteries in the vibe, juice me up and finish the task.  i felt better...lighter...floating on air, once i was done.  but i need some more.  i need the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last nite, even tho i snuggled up next to hubby, he appeared disinterested.  i cajoled, and tempted, rubbed and grinded.  finally...finally he gave in.  i love him dearly, but in retrospect, his love-making skills suck.  his kisses are stiff, his body rigid.  once again, even tho i was fully inspired and motivated, he left me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  wanting someone else, that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the bliss?  that surrender?  that feeling of walking on air?  sad to say, i do better at achieving it alone, than i do with hubby.  how sad.  he is a good man.  no, he is a great man.  he just can't be great at everything....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115633747672096570?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115633747672096570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115633747672096570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115633747672096570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115633747672096570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115611511063276423</id><published>2006-08-20T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>subtle understanding</title><content type='html'>i am at the end (beginning?) of a long tunnel  &lt;br /&gt;my perspective is lengthened by &lt;br /&gt;the vast division i feel &lt;br /&gt;between ME&lt;br /&gt;and the-rest-of-the-world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so detached, &lt;br /&gt;so seperated by a lifetime of differences&lt;br /&gt;cultural, medical, economic, dysfunctional and abusive.&lt;br /&gt;here's to those that blossomed under the best of conditions&lt;br /&gt;and those of us that did not&lt;br /&gt;i will basque in your light&lt;br /&gt;and find strength there&lt;br /&gt;i must stay strong&lt;br /&gt;treading water frantically  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely in a crowd of people, &lt;br /&gt;my life may be ending within a decade or two &lt;br /&gt;i feel further away than ever  &lt;br /&gt;i am watching you all from waaaay over here, &lt;br /&gt;and see the chasm between us growing ever wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had the opportunity to feel tethered&lt;br /&gt;grounded&lt;br /&gt;held firm&lt;br /&gt;protected&lt;br /&gt;i thought i did&lt;br /&gt;but i see i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its one big, long, vast expanse&lt;br /&gt;the deeper i get&lt;br /&gt;the further i go from here&lt;br /&gt;the more comfort i feel there, &lt;br /&gt;waiting for me &lt;br /&gt;on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a collective of souls&lt;br /&gt;all reminding me to be patient and realistic&lt;br /&gt;understand my gifts&lt;br /&gt;and limitations&lt;br /&gt;a quiet inner resolve&lt;br /&gt;giving me strength&lt;br /&gt;and a sharper focus&lt;br /&gt;my hungry heart must be filled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115611511063276423?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115611511063276423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115611511063276423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115611511063276423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115611511063276423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/subtle-understanding.html' title='subtle understanding'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115582048281724700</id><published>2006-08-17T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(finally) Happy H-N-T!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/aug17_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/aug17_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can leap tall buildings in a single bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy H-N-T, one and all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115582048281724700?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115582048281724700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115582048281724700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115582048281724700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115582048281724700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-happy-h-n-t.html' title='(finally) Happy H-N-T!!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115575146859797084</id><published>2006-08-16T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>le hump day</title><content type='html'>i am trying sooo hard not to slide down this slippery slope i seem to be holding on to for dear life.  i've got my nails dug in tight.  (note to self: sched manicure appt.)  i won't let it get me down.  people are starting to say i am looking and sounding a bit depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo hoo.  is this what i have to look forward to?  is this what all my doctors have been trying to avoid?  so far it sucks.  i feel like a caged animal, pacing back and forth in my confined, yet oh-so-lovely, abode.  my captors have me sufficiently drugged, so that i do not want to escape...and if i do, i'll be right back.  i am too pooped to go too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy oh boy, i could use some good nookie.  hubby is too much like work.  a few hours to escape outside myself...make me forget my troubles for a while.  sounds heavenly.  now why can't doctors prescribe &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le hump day eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hump this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115575146859797084?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115575146859797084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115575146859797084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115575146859797084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115575146859797084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/le-hump-day.html' title='le hump day'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115567051798498530</id><published>2006-08-15T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tooosday</title><content type='html'>i keep waiting for my days to get better.  they seem to fly by.  i have no energy.  its been a blur.  i am so fucken exhausted.  weary really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindless.  without a mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i go thru over 6000 recovered files to find my special pix.  it wasn't so much that i wouldn't have any pix of the kids et al.....i was afraid that there was gonna be no pix of &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; left.  how else would they look back fondly?  it was if my whole past was erased.  gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, and i've always been known to leave my mark where ever i go.  ok, so in this case, its more like an &lt;strong&gt;imprint&lt;/strong&gt;!  hear me roar, goddamn it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough, cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People take different roads seeking fulfillment and&lt;br /&gt;happiness.  Just because they're not on your road&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean they've gotten lost..."&lt;br /&gt;(--H. Jackson Brown, Jr.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115567051798498530?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115567051798498530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115567051798498530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115567051798498530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115567051798498530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/tooosday.html' title='tooosday'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115531316353911067</id><published>2006-08-11T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not-naked friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/jewelry%20station.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/jewelry%20station.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i was not up and working for HNT yesterday, and since i did not want to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; any suspicion, and since i am reluctant to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thrust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; any naughty pix your way, i will start with my first NEW pix on my NEW operating system.  my NEW jewelry box, sitting on my NEW sitting area that hubby made for my bday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115531316353911067?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115531316353911067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115531316353911067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115531316353911067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115531316353911067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-naked-friday.html' title='not-naked friday'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115531290677715355</id><published>2006-08-11T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>re-booting</title><content type='html'>what a metaphor for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer crashed and burned this week.  it was ugly.  i have a whole new operating system...all my old memories, old pictures, old files, are corrupt, gone or seriously compromised.  i am starting from scratch.  everything is wiped clean.  a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like my life &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!.  the seizures (and subsequent brain tumor) really threw me for a loop.  i feel like my operating system was wiped clean too.  i woke up a different person.  i am definitely moving slower (not that that is a bad thing) in all phases of my life.  my friends and neighbors have been so kind and wonderful to come to my defense and help me....with dinners, with computer assistance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny.  when i think of the way my life is operating right now, a huge mobile by the sculptor Calder comes to mind.  there is one in the atrium of a big beautiful building nearby.  way up high, on one side of the mobile are the pieces that act as counterweight, to the other pieces....that are hanging waaay low.  in essence, everything is either really UP or really DOWN.  there is no grey area.  the goodness in my life is really great, the "badness" is reeeeally bad.  and its all hanging on one thin cable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want more good news?  i had my blood numbers checked yesterday for the first time since the interferon shots.  guess what?  for the first time in 30 years, my numbers hit in the normal range!!!  can you believe it?  (fyi: the shots have not been getting any easier--at all!)  i really don't feel all that well, and i am tired all the time.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my brain surgeon said my tumor is inoperable.  you call &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good news??  its something we'll have to follow closely.  i get another MRI in a couple of months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see??  its like the Calder mobile....all hanging so precariously, in a perfect balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to NEW beginnings!  it may take me a while to get up and running (right now) but have no fear, i am cumming back.  you can count on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115531290677715355?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115531290677715355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115531290677715355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115531290677715355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115531290677715355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/08/re-booting.html' title='re-booting'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115472069221418915</id><published>2006-08-04T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one end</title><content type='html'>i had a vivid dream last nite.  i don't remember much.  all i know was that i felt trapped, confined, with lots of people all around me, all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at ME.  i went beserk.  just crazy.  flailing, screaming, yelling, shrieking, cussing profanities like a deranged women, scratching, clawing, trying to run away.  the sky was gray.  i just wanted to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had my appt with a neurosurgeon.  what an extravaganza!!  kept waiting and waiting.  this guy we know...the chief of neurosurgery for a large prestigious teaching hospital...he reminded me of hawkeye pierce from mash.  not just the actor (alan alda) but also the character.  the personality.  the *star* of the big show (brain surgery.)  you know, the guy with all the smart answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says we'll never really know what its made up of (le tumor de brain) so we should probably check it out.....ef you, i say.  you are not taking any core samples of my brain.  i find the whole prospect of it, purposterous!  get fucken real.  no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna have a big fancy MRI in a couple of weeks, then see mr charming brain surgeon.  then we will discuss.  he actually said "just radiation and chemo" something...blah, blah, blah.  fuhget about it.  no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i ventured out on my own.  since i can't drive myself, i had to rely on others.  i snuck away for a bit and placed a call to 'old friend'.  it really bummed me out, that my bday came and went without nary a call or reach-out from him.  the first time ever really.  he always, always remembered.  ever since we were young.  but not this year.  this year of ALL years.  sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation was not overly pleasant.  in fact i hung up on him.  twice.  he didn't call back after the second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was defensive.  he was worried.  he was guarded (and how.)  instead of it being soft and tender, it was rough and hard.  he said i was mad at him! (wtf?)  i said no, i was disappointed in him.  that very essence of who we were, and what we had--the bond, the friendship--was compromised.  cuz NOW, when i need a good old friend the most, he is gone.  he was actually pissy with me.  it was like he waited up, practiced his speech in his mind a thousand times, and let it rip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me what we had was "unhealthy".  not good for either of us.  fuck that.  what about NOW??  when i need you the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him about this blog.  i told him i post pix.  he didn't seem too pleased at that.  good.  let him worry.  (p.s. i tried yesterday--&lt;em&gt;half-nekkid thurs&lt;/em&gt;--and my camera didn't work.  argh!  hot cheetah print bra and everything...don't fret.  i will try again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.  its all done.  its over.  i told him that if i had to wait to hear from him, it might be too late.  i thought he should know.  i could die...and relatively quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how 'bout &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; folks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ramifications are overwhelming.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115472069221418915?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115472069221418915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>one day down</title><content type='html'>all in all, it went well today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubby was a good doctor, and he said i was a good patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good start indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it occurred to me that one reason my heart feels so hungry, is cuz it's a &lt;br /&gt;*hurried hungry heart*!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, ya never know....maybe i always "knew"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Courage is being scared to death--and saddling up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;~John Wayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115454081916696141?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115454081916696141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>the discovery channel</title><content type='html'>the intense heat&lt;br /&gt;of these extreme summer days&lt;br /&gt;sizzing outside,&lt;br /&gt;and inside too&lt;br /&gt;a fire that is burning&lt;br /&gt;deep inside the ground&lt;br /&gt;chemicals to inject&lt;br /&gt;a burning hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the TV show&lt;br /&gt;about pompeii&lt;br /&gt;i saw last nite&lt;br /&gt;hot explosions&lt;br /&gt;of misery and fear&lt;br /&gt;raining down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped in their tracks&lt;br /&gt;right where they stood&lt;br /&gt;life in motion&lt;br /&gt;frozen in time&lt;br /&gt;forever memorialized&lt;br /&gt;cut &lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;some survived&lt;br /&gt;escaped the pain&lt;br /&gt;reached freedom&lt;br /&gt;to life anew&lt;br /&gt;planted new roots&lt;br /&gt;start from scratch&lt;br /&gt;begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the key to success?&lt;br /&gt;they got out early&lt;br /&gt;before &lt;br /&gt;the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;shed its terror&lt;br /&gt;bearing down on them&lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;buried&lt;br /&gt;before it was too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;how long i lingered&lt;br /&gt;and rode the wave&lt;br /&gt;toward a new home&lt;br /&gt;or a premature grave&lt;br /&gt;like my grandma esta&lt;br /&gt;cut down&lt;br /&gt;taken away&lt;br /&gt;in no time at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pleased with the journey&lt;br /&gt;my life is rich&lt;br /&gt;it has been fun&lt;br /&gt;i am happy with my choices&lt;br /&gt;live life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;as deep and wide as i go&lt;br /&gt;tho it is no secret&lt;br /&gt;my heart hungers for more,&lt;br /&gt;i am a surviver&lt;br /&gt;to hell and back&lt;br /&gt;again and again&lt;br /&gt;i can take the heat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115413433460523274</id><published>2006-07-28T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:58.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the final frontier</title><content type='html'>my last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be starting chemo (interferon=INF) next week.  i am out of options.  this is #3 of 3.  it is my last hope.  my dr sat with my husband and me (it was the first time they had met) and he really looked concerned...it wasn't only his words either.  his tone was somber.  the bleeding events really concern him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am a time bomb waiting to go off....and this has nothing (really) to do with the goddamn brain tumor.  thats just icing on the cake.  i see a neurosurgeon next week to talk about how to track that....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the good news?  i generally tolerate drugs well, so i am hopeful that i will tolerate the INF well too.  what choice do i have?   the side effects are supposed to be awful...and potentially harmful too.  but it also has the potential to stop any further damage from happening.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, its the damage that has already been done, that concerns me the most.  is it too little, too late?  has the dye already been cast?  a stroke, seizures, brain tumor and scary bleeding events....isn't the damage already done?   i have been educating myself over the years.  judging by my knowlege and "expertise", i think it looks bleak.  ie: an early grave.  this disease certainly wants to progress....&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;hubby and i get our training from the drs office once the drug comes in next week.....and oh boy...it has been nearly impossible to obtain.  its expensive, hard to get, and evidently insurance is reluctant to pay.  either hubby or i will have to inject me with pre-loaded INF syrnges at least 3x/wk!!  eeew.  can you imagine?  more fucken needles.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its like the pediatrician said:  i'm just *made bad*.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;yesterday tho, my hemotologist did commend me on my attitude and fortitude.  he said he was proud of me.  that made me feel good, cuz in spite of it all, i feel &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;information is power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115413433460523274?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115413433460523274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115413433460523274' title='0 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/&gt;me!!  thats who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 106px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 92px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 16px; background: #110099;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 64px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 84px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #550011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 200px; background: #990022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #220011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 58px; background: #330077;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/"&gt;4degreez.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115404609923252105?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115404609923252105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115404609923252105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115404609923252105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/P8130172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't control the length of your life,but you can control the width and depth." ~ Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have a vunda-bah day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115401604102192574?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115401604102192574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115401604102192574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115401604102192574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115401604102192574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-hnt.html' title='happy HNT!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115386108879405310</id><published>2006-07-25T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>passing thoughts</title><content type='html'>when i was a little girl and my mother took me to the doctor for yet again, another ache, pain or issue....the pediatrician said to my mom when asked why i have so many problems:  "what can i say?  she's just *&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*."   it became a sick family joke all these years.  and total prophecy.   i am made bad.  thank god i look good.   appearance is most everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had several friends--both that know about my secret world, and NOT know--that have commented on the lack of bday gift from hubby.   don't worry guys, it doesn't bother me.  i know he is good for it.   i am just thankful that i have this forum, this *club*, to voice who i am and how i feel.   he wrote me a touching poem, and has stepped up to the plate in a way he never has before.  i am grateful.   it ain't nuttin but a ting...this token of my birth.   i'd much rather have good health, than a trinket.   its the yin to my yang...this secret pleasure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be bleeeding like crazy from my "attic and my basement" since the seizures.  getting more blood work done tomorrow morning to analyze the situation.   i spit out huge mouthfuls of brite red blood today when i brushed my teeth.   it scared the living shit out of me.   things have calmed down for now fortunately.   sheesh!  yuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel too crummy to feel terribly horny.   thats a blessing.  the time is just rolling on by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually in a pretty good mood for someone who has all this shit hanging over them.   i find that i am enjoying the simple things much more.   i appreciate what i have...who i am.   i am in no great rush.   suddenly, life has become so much easier.   i am limited in what i can do.   thats a good thing (for now.)  once the weather changes, i may be singing a different song, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****time out****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!!!!  i just got off the phone with my hemotologists office.   the stinker is gone for the day, did not call me back,  and there is a problem regarding my coming in to get blood work tomorrow.   they can't do blood work that faye ordered.  wtf?!?!  if he had gotten the message and called me back, he would have ordered the same goddamn thing himself.  grrrrrrrrrrrrr.  i am so pissed.   what was i saying about being in a good mood?!  argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only place i can go for happy thoughts is waaay back when 'old friend' and i shared our magical times.  now THAT was some kinda wonderful.  despite it ALL,  it still makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no regrets.   great memories.   :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115386108879405310?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115386108879405310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115386108879405310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115386108879405310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115386108879405310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/passing-thoughts.html' title='passing thoughts'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115377250686307997</id><published>2006-07-24T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a real 'sit-down'</title><content type='html'>finally had a sit-down today, with my fav doctor of all time: my neurologist, faye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE is the only one who took the time to SHOW me what i am dealing with.  i saw the MRI's!  its waaay bigger than i thought.   jeez, drs get excited about little itty bitty calcifications in my breast...BUT the size of this puppy was pretty big!  a stretched out nickel-size...in the middle of my fucken brain.  the area that controls the sensations i feel.   (on my right side.  it sits in the left brain.   its the way we humans work...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we discussed and analyzed every single event that i seem to be having.  my right side doesn't seem to be working as well as my left.   i need to determine whether there has been permanent damage...thereby establishing a new baseline for comparison....OR....do i need more antiseizure drug to quiet the smaller seizures that appear to be happening thruout the day(s).  she and i will talk again this friday to get a sense of whats what.  its interesting, in a morbid sort of way.  thank god i have her as my advocate.  she is looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that at this point: 2 weeks out from the seizures, i feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  something is not right.  it really sucks.  big time.  no highs, no lows.  total ambivilence.  moderately annoyed in fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add into the mix: frustrating sex with hubby and NO gift (its ok, i understand), NO birthday reach-out from 'old friend' (1st time &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;), well meaning but annoying girlfriends, extreme fatigue,  dirty house and feeling like a trapped, caged (albeit limping) animal.   will i ever feel normal again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it rains, it pours. &lt;br /&gt;monsoons.  deluges.  tsunami my world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not scared, goddamn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115377250686307997?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115377250686307997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115377250686307997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115377250686307997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115377250686307997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/real-sit-down.html' title='a real &apos;sit-down&apos;'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115360275305843431</id><published>2006-07-22T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its my birthday!</title><content type='html'>the timing&lt;br /&gt;the irony&lt;br /&gt;starting my blog&lt;br /&gt;meeting my biggest health crisis&lt;br /&gt;Head On&lt;br /&gt;i have a brain tumor&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks big time&lt;br /&gt;its hard to believe its real&lt;br /&gt;flowers, cards, and well wishes&lt;br /&gt;trinkets, gifts and toys&lt;br /&gt;tell of an alternate reality&lt;br /&gt;the tangible one&lt;br /&gt;the one to hold on to and cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i have developed&lt;br /&gt;a bit of a 'tude&lt;br /&gt;please people!&lt;br /&gt;stop looking at me&lt;br /&gt;with big sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick for no goddamn reason&lt;br /&gt;an overdose of meds if you will,&lt;br /&gt;trying to treat the problem&lt;br /&gt;of the hand i have been dealt&lt;br /&gt;more questions than answers&lt;br /&gt;no solutions at hand&lt;br /&gt;all attempts at quieting the storm&lt;br /&gt;only creates more&lt;br /&gt;chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my quest has become more important&lt;br /&gt;than ever,&lt;br /&gt;my hunger&lt;br /&gt;more insatiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a birthday to remember indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115360275305843431?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115360275305843431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115360275305843431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115360275305843431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115360275305843431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-my-birthday.html' title='its my birthday!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115349486405734700</id><published>2006-07-21T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>Have you seen my friend?&lt;br /&gt;He used to come around&lt;br /&gt;we would talk about lots of things&lt;br /&gt;politics, sports, homelife,&lt;br /&gt;the cute things our kids say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, at other times&lt;br /&gt;our talks would be&lt;br /&gt;so thrilling and exciting,&lt;br /&gt;erotic and sensual&lt;br /&gt;the adrenaline coursing&lt;br /&gt;thru our veins&lt;br /&gt;pure joy and glee&lt;br /&gt;riding, like in waves&lt;br /&gt;soothing me to my core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my friend?&lt;br /&gt;He is wise and profound&lt;br /&gt;youthful and reckless&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel his spirit&lt;br /&gt;inside me, a warm glow&lt;br /&gt;making me breathless&lt;br /&gt;and filling a void long unattended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth and good cheer has vanished&lt;br /&gt;A cool breeze now fills the air&lt;br /&gt;the place he used to be&lt;br /&gt;once so fulfilling and comfortable&lt;br /&gt;hot and sexy,&lt;br /&gt;now lies empty&lt;br /&gt;with a silence so deafening&lt;br /&gt;its screaming in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen my friend?&lt;br /&gt;He does not know of my recent&lt;br /&gt;health crisis&lt;br /&gt;his soft calming voice&lt;br /&gt;would be like a warm blanket&lt;br /&gt;soothing me&lt;br /&gt;protecting me&lt;br /&gt;giving me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;more than ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115349486405734700?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115349486405734700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115349486405734700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115349486405734700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115349486405734700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115342428567243362</id><published>2006-07-20T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hurry up and have fun?</title><content type='html'>its funny...and not in a ha-ha sort of way either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ALL that i had going on in my life, i felt like i had some control of the life i have left before me. i made the choice to put myself *out there* to open myself up to the world....to boldly go where i have not gone before (to coin a phrase!) to live life to the fullest....with all its bumps and bruises. but NOW? wow, the future is upon me. suffice to say, losing all concept of reality and time, i took a leap to the place that i may be spending eternity.   its pretty dark and dreary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i like the view from there? am i happy with the job i did, &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;? the choices i made?&lt;br /&gt;no, no and no.   but would i do anything differently next time around?  no i wouldn't.  i made the best choices for me, at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is making such a big fuss over me and my situation.  its un-nerving.  i do not want to have to hurry-up-and-have-fun, before my time is up.  i am not ready yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115342428567243362?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115342428567243362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115340546664565416</id><published>2006-07-20T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm aliiiive....and its HNT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/P4150016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/P4150016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alive and kicking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and seizure-free! whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy half-nekkid thursday one and all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a tough week for sure. i am trying to keep an upbeat, positive attitude. tomorrow is my big doctor appt. we shall see what that visit will bring. hubby and i will take all my tests, MRI's, CAT scans, et al with us for analysis. then i want to put all this c-r-a-p behind us! its depressing. i want to get on with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to get horny again....thats certainly a good sign....but for whom? hubby will be pleased, but i fear that i will once again slide back into that miserable place where my needs will remain un-met. so much of my body is numb right now, that i wonder how much sensation i will actually feel...? perhaps i had better attempt it alone, before i proceed with hubby.   i shall be sure to keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115340546664565416?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115340546664565416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115314154005427785</id><published>2006-07-17T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>round 2</title><content type='html'>.....so i went to the all nite girls sleepover party friday nite. we all had a BLAST!! it was so much fun! we stayed up late, drank blueberry daquiris, swam in the pool, laffed and tawked till the wee hours of the morning. then saturday morning, in front of all my friends, i had another TWO seizures, and was taken to the emergency room once again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the docs think they found the cause of my problems. get a load of this: i have a &lt;strong&gt;benign, inoperable tumor on the thalmus of my brain!!! what the fuck??? &lt;/strong&gt;i will find out this week how we will treat it. one doc said perhaps radiation treatments. this sucks big time. in the meantime, i am loaded up on anti-seizure meds, so as not to have any more mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been overwhelmed by friends and family with cards, flowers, warm wishes and food!  i confess, it does make me feel good to know that so many people care about me....i only wish the circumstances were different.   i feel groggy and slow....but otherwise ok.  right now i am waiting on a call back from my doctor, telling us (hubby and me) when we can come in for an appointment.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep thinking positive thoughts, and i will report back as soon as i know something...anything!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115314154005427785?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115314154005427785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115314154005427785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115314154005427785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115314154005427785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/round-2.html' title='round 2'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115288706613291747</id><published>2006-07-14T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:57.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seize the day?</title><content type='html'>whoo boy, have i had quite the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday morning, here at home, i was talking to my darling daughter one moment.....next moment i realize that i was in the emergency room of our local hospital!! evidently i had a seizure!! fortunately my husband was home too, and while he held me (and watched me shake, rattle and roll my eyes back in my head) darling daughter called 911. i have no recollection of anything at all....just waking up in the emergency room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a l-o-n-g day, being poked and prodded, tested and re-tested.....eight hours worth, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i had a follow-up MRI, next tues is an EEG, then friday is my appt with the neurologist. according to our state law, a person cannot drive a car for at least six months when they have had a seizure.  that means mid winter before i can drive??   nuh uh, i don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blood disorder has given me several mini strokes. (one time i lost the use of my right arm for hours!!) anyway, the theory is that it is the scarring on my brain from these strokes, that has created this seizure situation. my brain is having little short circuits. according to the docs i have spoken with thus far, this will likely happen again!!! you know what that means?? MORE MEDS!!!!! oow goodie. as if 13 pills a day is not enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so angry and scared and worried.....so is my family.  this sucks, BIG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to go to an all-nite-girls-out-sleepover tonite.   i have a HUGE party tomorrow nite.  i've got places to go, people to see, my life to live!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115288706613291747?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115288706613291747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115288706613291747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115288706613291747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115288706613291747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/seize-day.html' title='seize the day?'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115263458703982791</id><published>2006-07-11T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:56.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the infamous ashley madison</title><content type='html'>surely you all have met her?  that little vixen ashley madison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of us can do it.  cheri at &lt;a href="http://secretloverslane.blogspot.com"&gt;http://secretloverslane.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; has been able to integrate it into her life: married, but dating.  how exciting! i give her credit, cuz i can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can run, but i can't hide.  i have met some wonderful, lovely, terrific people thru ms ashley madison. my buds, my friends, my posse.   in truth, they have empowered me, helped me to grow. but they also, unknowingly, made me realize a true-to-life fact.  what i thought i was looking for, and what i know i'll never find, is that love that cums (came?) along once in a lifetime--if you're lucky enough.   i did not go seek it out. *it* found me!   it was a leap of faith that overcame me.   truely took me by surprise.   ash mad and looking desperately, trying, dating, and even schtupping has made it very clear that *looking* doesn't feel so good....as good....as the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real deal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.   the real deal felt so good, that the memory of it alone will have fuel my fire.   nothing really cums close.   not even hubby, said to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i half empty, or half full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be open to the possiblitity for the rest of my life, that someone, somewhere will cum along and again, sweep me off my feet.  fill me up.  top me off.   [i should be so lucky.... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i reeeeally need to get over this sexual hurdle with hubby.   but how?   its been staring at me since day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115263458703982791?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115263458703982791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115263458703982791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115263458703982791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115263458703982791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/infamous-ashley-madison.html' title='the infamous ashley madison'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115253531425587354</id><published>2006-07-10T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:56.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>must be the full moon....</title><content type='html'>...it happens every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shower&lt;br /&gt;I was just imagining your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;the way you spoke of before&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but touch myself&lt;br /&gt;up and down and all over&lt;br /&gt;my clit was so ready&lt;br /&gt;it was already throbbing&lt;br /&gt;a gentle touch was enough&lt;br /&gt;to send shivering spasms thru my body&lt;br /&gt;today's menu&lt;br /&gt;one hand on tits&lt;br /&gt;rubbing and tweaking&lt;br /&gt;other hand swimming down below&lt;br /&gt;one finger inside so deep&lt;br /&gt;another finger at the back door&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it all with one hand&lt;br /&gt;I need more hands&lt;br /&gt;your hands would be nice&lt;br /&gt;The boobs have to take a back seat&lt;br /&gt;I need the hand&lt;br /&gt;I use my middle finger to find&lt;br /&gt;that perfect rhythm&lt;br /&gt;rocking and rolling&lt;br /&gt;the left hand is deep inside&lt;br /&gt;rubbing across that spot&lt;br /&gt;that only be found&lt;br /&gt;if I stand jjjjust right&lt;br /&gt;Butt up and and groin back&lt;br /&gt;looking like I am giving myself&lt;br /&gt;over to you,&lt;br /&gt;to access me from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right hand is moving in slow circles&lt;br /&gt;over and around, over and around again&lt;br /&gt;I feel my juices pouring out over my hands&lt;br /&gt;its so slick and smooth&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm is so good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm dancing&lt;br /&gt;my knees go up and down&lt;br /&gt;my finger goes in and out&lt;br /&gt;my other finger goes round and round&lt;br /&gt;the sensations are swirling all thru me&lt;br /&gt;it is so intense&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;as I explode in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;panting and groaning&lt;br /&gt;on and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;non stop fun.&lt;br /&gt;The pace slows down&lt;br /&gt;but the fingers keep turning&lt;br /&gt;slowly, trying to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;the intensity starts to build&lt;br /&gt;that spot, way up high&lt;br /&gt;doesn't let up&lt;br /&gt;it wants more&lt;br /&gt;keep going, gently&lt;br /&gt;round and round&lt;br /&gt;the hands start to find their rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;up and in, back and forth&lt;br /&gt;the knees do their dance&lt;br /&gt;Before I can fully catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;my world  is rocking again&lt;br /&gt;exploding into all directions&lt;br /&gt;out into space&lt;br /&gt;and across the barriers&lt;br /&gt;that seperate us&lt;br /&gt;From my heart to yours&lt;br /&gt;You rocked my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115253531425587354?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115253531425587354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115253531425587354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115253531425587354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115253531425587354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/must-be-full-moon.html' title='must be the full moon....'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115228322529121517</id><published>2006-07-07T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:56.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a hungry passion</title><content type='html'>to follow up on my previous post about being "denied":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the denial is one thing. ok, i've learned to live with it. i loved and lost. 'unrequited love' is the name of my game. (hence the hungry heart) but the thing that plagues me, is not so much the loss, but rather what to do with all this *passion* that has cum gurgling up out of me since i made that fateful leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always been a sexual person....even when i was young. ironically enough tho, i waited a while to lose my virginity...i was a month shy of my 18th bday. (i gave it up to someone who was 11 years older than me, and has turned out to be semi-famous. hah! what a hoot &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is! can you imagine? i have actually seen him interviewed on the Today Show!!) but i digress....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its this raw passion, the sexual nature of me that seems to attract men. not that i am complaining, mind you. quite honestly, i enjoy the company of men more than women. i like being bawdy, talking about sports, politics, whatever. i am always the girl at the party watching football with the guys, while the wives swap recipes in the kitchen. thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 'old friend' did something to me that no one else...no man ever, in fact, before or since...has been able to do. i felt a passion, a literal burning in my loins for him. my head, my heart and my crotch were all on fire. he put me into this now constant, state-of-horny! i think about it all the time. i want it. i view it. i read it. i do it (alone) more, more, more. but where has it left me? crying (alone) in the bathroom after sex with my husband, thats where its gotten me!! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'old friend' was able to stimulate a part of me that no one ever accessed before....the biggest, most powerful sex organ i have: &lt;strong&gt;my brain.&lt;/strong&gt; i guess i am hoping that it is here, in cyberspace, that i can access it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, so good&lt;br /&gt;peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115228322529121517?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115228322529121517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115228322529121517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115228322529121517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115228322529121517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/hungry-passion.html' title='a hungry passion'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115228060282664908</id><published>2006-07-07T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:56.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>denied</title><content type='html'>wanting to share&lt;br /&gt;but being denied&lt;br /&gt;first in the 70's,&lt;br /&gt;then in the 80's,&lt;br /&gt;and now today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how I waited and hoped&lt;br /&gt;tried and tried&lt;br /&gt;hoping upon hope&lt;br /&gt;that you would finally see&lt;br /&gt;take the chance&lt;br /&gt;show me the real you&lt;br /&gt;let me in, all the way&lt;br /&gt;share with me&lt;br /&gt;the passion that you envisioned&lt;br /&gt;the fantasies you held&lt;br /&gt;join together&lt;br /&gt;as one&lt;br /&gt;to take the journey&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however it plays&lt;br /&gt;the hand is right&lt;br /&gt;I trust you&lt;br /&gt;to make the right call&lt;br /&gt;You called my bluff&lt;br /&gt;I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;it's not to be.&lt;br /&gt;denied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115228060282664908?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115228060282664908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115228060282664908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115228060282664908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115228060282664908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/denied.html' title='denied'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115220642768449065</id><published>2006-07-06T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:56.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/jul06_001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/jul06_001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my patriotic doodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(esp now cuz i have my own HNT banner!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115220642768449065?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115220642768449065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115220642768449065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115220642768449065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115220642768449065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115219774477770739</id><published>2006-07-06T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:56.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>numero dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/P8190130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/P8190130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Half Naked Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things were getting a little bit too heavy around here. i think i need to lighten the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in todays posting, i am truely in fact, half naked....along with my darling daughter....in our sexy, oh-so-hot, albeit temporary, beach tattoos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great day one and all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115219774477770739?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115219774477770739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115219774477770739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115219774477770739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115219774477770739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/numero-dos.html' title='numero dos'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115215516638603564</id><published>2006-07-05T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:55.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all aboard!</title><content type='html'>as the years go on&lt;br /&gt;they move so fast&lt;br /&gt;a blur of images&lt;br /&gt;like a passing in a train&lt;br /&gt;its hard to focus&lt;br /&gt;on just one thing&lt;br /&gt;don't dwell on what has passed&lt;br /&gt;you'll miss your&lt;br /&gt;next stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the destination is yet unknown&lt;br /&gt;but we are on a straight course&lt;br /&gt;heading right there&lt;br /&gt;I see it calling to me&lt;br /&gt;there off in the distance&lt;br /&gt;waving frantically&lt;br /&gt;so I will stay&lt;br /&gt;on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all my strength&lt;br /&gt;with all my might&lt;br /&gt;I push and I pull&lt;br /&gt;toward the final leg&lt;br /&gt;of a journey that has been&lt;br /&gt;long and arduous&lt;br /&gt;gratifying and profound&lt;br /&gt;learning as I go along&lt;br /&gt;trying not to pass the same&lt;br /&gt;old landmarks twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the time&lt;br /&gt;to seek out the new&lt;br /&gt;to look beyond the next bend&lt;br /&gt;visualize the rewards&lt;br /&gt;that waits patiently for you&lt;br /&gt;further down the line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115215516638603564?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115215516638603564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115215516638603564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115215516638603564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115215516638603564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-aboard.html' title='all aboard!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115210960244397225</id><published>2006-07-05T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:55.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>independence day for me!</title><content type='html'>i feel free!!  independent!  i mustered up the courage, and did something i thought i would never do.  it may not sound like a big deal to YOU, but it was huuuge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cancelled and deleted the email acct that i had set up just for 'old friend'.  everytime i logged in and saw big fat zero's staring at me from my inbox, it made me feel like i was a zero.  a nothing. well not no 'mo!  i am free!  i anxiously await the day...who knows when...i do have a bday coming up....when he tries to contact me via our special email acct.  i will be gone!  i will have the last laugh.  now, HE is the big fat zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY independence coincided with the holiday beautifully.   i spent lots of time in my garden....playing in the dirt.   [getting grounded!?]   i finally made my rock garden too.   i am physically exhausted, and my muscles ache.   but my head?   my heart?    i feel cleansed, inspired and rejuvinated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onward 'ho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115210960244397225?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115210960244397225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115210960244397225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115210960244397225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115210960244397225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/07/independence-day-for-me.html' title='independence day for me!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115168212624680832</id><published>2006-06-30T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:55.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my fucked up health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it drives me batty. yesterday was another depressing annoying visit to my hemotologist. after we analyzed my blood numbers, he actually said to me "you're a pain!" me? to him?? (i know he was trying to be cute. he often does this. but its annoying!!) this is all cuz my numbers won't cooperate. for 25+ yrs i have been slowly, steadily inching up the worrisome scale....getting worse....its beyond my control. its my bone marrow for god's sake! it is really the essence of why i am HERE, getting my thoughts out once and for all. before i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i could easily be the first of my friends to die. for real. i have a sister blood disorder to leukemia (which granny died of suddenly at young age) inching along, having complications, numbers higher and higher. i am getting worse....needing more meds....13 pills/day (not a vitamin in the bunch) more than all avg patients....who are usually all OLD!! (60s+) i'm ALWAYS the youngest in the waiting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the good news? i look hot and i feeel fine. (for the most part) i am still learning as i go along thru life, and i am living life to the fullest. boldly going. &lt;em&gt;you never get a hit unless you swing the bat. &lt;/em&gt;i must admit tho, there is an awful underlying feeling of hurry-up-and-have-fun. that sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;believe it or not, i already know my tombstone epitaph: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Least She Looked Good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;its catchy, its tongue-in-cheek, and its true. i must admit, it helps so much when people say to me, "oh no?! but you look so good!" thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this is a perfect example of the extremes that make up my life. no grey areas. its all black or white. bad health/feel good. great husband/sucky sex. no family/husbands family. madly, passionately in love with another man/not gonna happen. ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in a way, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is the single thing that hurts the most. its always the &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; thing that consistantly brings the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115168212624680832?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115168212624680832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115168212624680832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115168212624680832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115168212624680832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-fucked-up-health.html' title='my fucked up health'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30294705.post-115158635223252366</id><published>2006-06-29T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:07:55.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>numero uno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/1600/jun08_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/jun08_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YIPEE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my first HNT!! ("half-naked thursday" for the unitiated among you)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;truth be known, this is technically not my first, as for years i was sending bawdy pictures of my body to old friend. when you are in a long distance relationship, its a great way to share, without direct contact. there is something erotic and terribly sexy about taking pix of your body, and then sending it out into the world for public consumption. i suppose it is the exhibitionist in me that drives me to *show and tell*. in fact, i have always been this way. i even danced in a titty bar in college....and loved it! what power that gives! its a high that can't be beat. i will have to share &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; story another time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace and love y'all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30294705-115158635223252366?l=thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/feeds/115158635223252366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30294705&amp;postID=115158635223252366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115158635223252366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30294705/posts/default/115158635223252366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehungryheartsclub.blogspot.com/2006/06/numero-uno.html' title='numero uno!'/><author><name>ms. hungry heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832326879311553078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/341/3247/320/22walkway.2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
