<?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-25750421</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:22:38.167-06:00</updated><category term='religion'/><category term='God'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts to Remember</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts about life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-8214036808709008451</id><published>2008-06-03T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:08:38.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Male-Female Friendships</title><summary type='text'>This is adapted from a post in a discussion on a message board.My thoughts on friendships between males and females. Mostly my experience.One thought that comes to mind is that bisexuals manage to have friends. And homosexuals have same-sex friendships. That suggests that a "no it can't work" is too simplistic.Though socialization makes the male female dynamic different than those.The brief </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/8214036808709008451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=8214036808709008451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/8214036808709008451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/8214036808709008451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2008/06/male-female-friendships.html' title='Male-Female Friendships'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-7856342483644735683</id><published>2008-05-24T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:47:11.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our various faces and the core self</title><summary type='text'>There's the strong core self, and there's who we are in different situations. And those various things that we are in various situations, those connect with the core self. So, who I am at work comes out of both the situation, and my core self. It's a meeting of the two. I don't ignore the situation and just be myself. I don't ignore myself and totally let the situation dictact how I act. Rather, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/7856342483644735683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=7856342483644735683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/7856342483644735683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/7856342483644735683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-various-faces-and-core-self.html' title='our various faces and the core self'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-4323296082025114140</id><published>2008-04-05T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:44:14.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling loved comes from the inside</title><summary type='text'>Feeling loved comes from the inside? It seems a bit illogical, doesn't it? I feel loved because someone loves me, right? At least, that's the way we tend to think. Ah, but see, that misses a step. I feel loved because I see someone as loving me. My interpretation.I had an experience that illustrated this. What happened was a shift in perspective. This person I know, I felt like he loved me. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/4323296082025114140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=4323296082025114140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/4323296082025114140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/4323296082025114140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-loved-comes-from-inside.html' title='Feeling loved comes from the inside'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-5232293662995280663</id><published>2008-04-05T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T10:29:53.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>past and present</title><summary type='text'>The past informs the present, but doesn't rule it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/5232293662995280663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=5232293662995280663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/5232293662995280663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/5232293662995280663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-and-present.html' title='past and present'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-3716716234615359355</id><published>2007-08-14T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:23:19.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Deifying Belief</title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking, one of the problems that religion and religious people sometimes get into is deifying belief.  We make belief a false god. We cling to our beliefs about God.  Other beliefs too.  But, in particular I'm thinking, sometimes our beliefs about God become more important than our relationship with God.  And this is unfortunate.Our beliefs are a guide to a relationship with God.  They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/3716716234615359355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=3716716234615359355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/3716716234615359355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/3716716234615359355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2007/08/deifying-belief.html' title='Deifying Belief'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-116326543659752178</id><published>2006-11-11T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:25:02.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code and writing style</title><summary type='text'>Dan Brown's book The Da Vinci Code has certainly got a lot of attention. And criticism. Of the criticism, I find most interesting the criticism of his writing style. As in, word and phrasing choices.A good well written example of such criticism is a post in The Language Log titled The Dan Brown Code. It mentions specific points that make it bad writing.I can't argue with those specific points. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/116326543659752178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=116326543659752178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/116326543659752178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/116326543659752178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/11/da-vinci-code-and-writing-style.html' title='The Da Vinci Code and writing style'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-116044246225889213</id><published>2006-10-09T19:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:06:57.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Racism</title><summary type='text'>We still hear about racism. Personally, I question if racism is the right word. Not that there's not plenty of prejudice out there. But I don't think it's about race.It's about class. Or perceived class. Not that race, or more properly physical traits, isn't a factor. But only one factor. Not the only factor. Basically, many of us, we either don't like, or are uncomfortable with, those who are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/116044246225889213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=116044246225889213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/116044246225889213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/116044246225889213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/10/racism.html' title='Racism'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-115983752615765351</id><published>2006-10-02T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:10:43.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reactions to music.</title><summary type='text'>I've been busy lately, and I guess I haven't been motivated to make time to write in here. So, if anyone actually reads this, and if you've been wondering about the lack of posts, that's why.Now, to the topic of the moment.It's interesting the different ways people react to really good music. Someone on one music related forum I visit asked if anyone ever laughs because the music is so darn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/115983752615765351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=115983752615765351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115983752615765351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115983752615765351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/10/reactions-to-music.html' title='Reactions to music.'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-115573124430335646</id><published>2006-08-16T06:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T07:27:24.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane Travel and Customer Service</title><summary type='text'>The new no liquids in carry-ons policy, frankly, makes for bad custumer service.The no sharp objects thing was annoying enough.  But one's not likely to need those sharp objects while in flight, so it's basically a matter of knowing the rules, and remembering one has those objects in one's purse, diaper bag, briefcase, etc., and thus taking them out before the flight and putting them in one's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/115573124430335646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=115573124430335646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115573124430335646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115573124430335646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/08/airplane-travel-and-customer-service.html' title='Airplane Travel and Customer Service'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-115540344737505757</id><published>2006-08-12T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:24:08.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Chocolate M&amp;M's</title><summary type='text'>I like Dark Chocolate.  I like M&amp;M's.  But there were no dark Chocolate M&amp;M's.  I recall wishing for such a product without dreaming that such a product might become reality.Well, now it has.Apparently, they first appeared last year (2005) as part of a Star Wars related promotion.  This summer (2006) they have been introduced as a regular product.I discovered them in Las Vegas while visiting M&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/115540344737505757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=115540344737505757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115540344737505757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115540344737505757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/08/dark-chocolate-mms.html' title='Dark Chocolate M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-115257804760977956</id><published>2006-07-10T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:30:41.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Lite?</title><summary type='text'>I was reading the write up about Amy Grant's 1982 album Age To Age at AllMusic, and came across the following: She, Chapman, and Bannister, meanwhile, had purveyed a lyrical style that might be dubbed "Christian lite," since it emphasized a "personal relationship" with God that often came off as if the singer were addressing an earthly father or even an idealized boyfriend.I found very odd that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115257804760977956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115257804760977956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/07/christian-lite.html' title='Christian Lite?'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-115068470823074734</id><published>2006-06-21T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:54:49.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why the Da Vinci Code is TRUE!"</title><summary type='text'>I saw an interesting article last week in the Kansas City Star.It highlights a series of talks that Rev. Paul Smith is having, and gives a synopsis, but even the synopsis is interesting. Makes a good point, the talks give the details.While the story is fiction, Smith says it reveals four important truths, and “attacking the bad facts in the story is like accusing Jesus of making up the story of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/115068470823074734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=115068470823074734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115068470823074734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115068470823074734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-da-vinci-code-is-true.html' title='&quot;Why the Da Vinci Code is TRUE!&quot;'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-115063901410949658</id><published>2006-06-18T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:56:54.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth</title><summary type='text'>I saw the movie (documentary) An Inconvenient Truth yesterday.  Very powerful.  I encourage you (anyone) to go see it.  A powerful presentation on the very real problem of global warming.  It's an important issue.  What kind of world do we want to live in in our futures and our children's futures?  The climate changes due to green house gasses causing global warming is real, it's happening now.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/115063901410949658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=115063901410949658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115063901410949658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/115063901410949658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/06/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114960614068263604</id><published>2006-06-06T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:02:20.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I haven't seen the movie.  I'm thinking, it just won't be as good as the book.  It's because I liked the book so much that I'm not real inclined to see the movie, because I think I'll be disappointed.Interestingly, looking at the critics reviews at Yahoo Movies, one says "If you liked the book, you'll be fine" and another "...can't help but fail to measure up to its literary predecessor".  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114960614068263604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114960614068263604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114960614068263604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114960614068263604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/06/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114873731325831274</id><published>2006-05-27T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T08:41:53.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and Relationships</title><summary type='text'>Trust is important for relationships.  I think any relationship is built on trust.  But the kind and amount of trust depends on the relationship.I go to a bar and a guy at the door asks for money.  I trust that he is legitimately collecting a cover charge and give him money.  Trust.  I don't ask him to proove he is legit.  (And those collecting cover charges don't wear uniforms or nametags to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114873731325831274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114873731325831274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114873731325831274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114873731325831274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/05/trust-and-relationships.html' title='Trust and Relationships'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114782741649626190</id><published>2006-05-16T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:56:56.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Happiness?</title><summary type='text'>Matthew Baldwin wrote in his blog Defective Yeti, "I think the secret to happiness is to care a lot about people who care about you, and to not care too much about anything else.".  (link)Intriguing thought.  I think a key part of it is, it's not black and white.  If it said "I think the secret to happiness is to care about people who care about you, and to not care about anything else.", then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114782741649626190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114782741649626190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114782741649626190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114782741649626190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/05/secret-of-happiness.html' title='The Secret of Happiness?'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114633480927733906</id><published>2006-04-29T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:20:09.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this on an email discussion list, and it seems worth posting here.What salvation means to me on a personal level.  It means not being alone.  It means having a solid trust in myself and in the world around me.  Now, by a solid trust I don't mean an absolute trust.  It means a trust with a firm foundation and that's not going to be shaken.  And part of having that solid trust is knowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114633480927733906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114633480927733906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114633480927733906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114633480927733906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/04/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114589952484001364</id><published>2006-04-24T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:13:04.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor and Marriage</title><summary type='text'>Today, my husband Mike and I have been married 13 years. We've know each other a little over 14 years. Okay, 14 years, one month, and 3 days.A couple months ago at a Bob Walkenhorst show, I laughed at something Bob said, and Bob said that he likes me because I laugh at his jokes, among other reasons. That night, my husband and I got home about the same time (ah, cell phones are nice), and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114589952484001364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114589952484001364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114589952484001364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114589952484001364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/04/humor-and-marriage.html' title='Humor and Marriage'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114536226783319987</id><published>2006-04-18T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:11:07.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ties That Bind, Ties That Break (book)</title><summary type='text'>Ties That Bind, Ties That Break by Lensey Namioka.This was a good book.  Worth reading.  And a quick read, too. 154 pages, I read it in one day.It's the story of a girl in China in the early 1900s.  She, as a young girl, decides she doesn't want her feet bound.  Her father, who knows far better the seriousness of this and the consequences that will follow, okays her remaining with unbound </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114536226783319987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114536226783319987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114536226783319987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114536226783319987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/04/ties-that-bind-ties-that-break-book.html' title='Ties That Bind, Ties That Break (book)'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114520754714474490</id><published>2006-04-16T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:12:27.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter everyone. :)I sing in church choir. We sing 4 days in a row at Easter time, Thursday through Sunday. I do enjoy it, but by the end of mass today my voice was definitely feeling worn out.This after noon, Easter dinner with my husband's family. That will be nice.I feel like I should add a proper Easter wish. Something about the Risen Lord. But, I guess, for me, wishing blessings or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114520754714474490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114520754714474490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114520754714474490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114520754714474490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25750421.post-114549044102145650</id><published>2006-04-16T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:47:21.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>older blog entries</title><summary type='text'>For older blog posts, please visit my old blog at Live Journal.  http://mysteryroad.livejournal.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/feeds/114549044102145650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25750421&amp;postID=114549044102145650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114549044102145650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25750421/posts/default/114549044102145650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raindrops1.blogspot.com/2006/04/older-blog-entries.html' title='older blog entries'/><author><name>Ellen K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16856539181411664278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/mysteryroad/Ellen2004-01-31icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
