<?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-37342977</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:12.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on se dit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37342977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thoughts on what, today?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175326438184960235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37342977.post-116322428525455752</id><published>2006-11-10T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T23:57:16.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/561/4193/1600/wedding9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/561/4193/320/wedding9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love [ &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/features/dictionary/Pronounce.aspx?search=love"&gt;luv&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;verb (past and past participle loved, present participle lov·ing, 3rd person present singular loves)&lt;br /&gt;Definition: 1. transitive and intransitive verb feel tender affection for somebody: to feel tender affection for somebody such as a close relative or friend, or for something such as a place, an ideal, or an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this picture today, and it got me thinking. If you can guess who it is in the picture, props to you. If not, I can fill you in. For now, it just made me think. I think it's such a touching picture, to me, because of how happy her Dad is in the background. The hug with the brother, it just seems to remind me of how my brother hugs me.  You can tell how happy and proud he is, but also how there's the juxtaposition of wanting to hold someone so tight, close to you, and having to let them go. Erika and I were talking about marriage the other day, and even though sometimes I think I won't get married, I still picture myself like this: my Dad in the background, my brother hugging me. I think love for me, is ultimately defined this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. [1 Corinthians 13: 4-7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you define it, it exists. And I'm sure glad it does. The picture is Kristina (Bullock). She got engaged (and married, on the 4th of Nov.) recently. She had to do it quicker than she would have liked so her brother Jacob could see her get married as he was leaving for the Air Force. This picture sums up that emotion well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am thankful I have friends like you to love.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37342977-116322428525455752?l=jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/feeds/116322428525455752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37342977&amp;postID=116322428525455752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37342977/posts/default/116322428525455752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37342977/posts/default/116322428525455752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-luv-verb-past-and-past-participle.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts on what, today?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175326438184960235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37342977.post-116313352684075965</id><published>2006-11-09T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:38:46.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/561/4193/320/Okinawan%20Christmas%20012.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cur·ry [ &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/features/dictionary/Pronounce.aspx?search=curry"&gt;kúrree, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/features/dictionary/Pronounce.aspx?search=curry"&gt;kúr ee&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;noun  (plural cur·ries)&lt;br /&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. highly spiced dish: a dish containing meat, fish, or vegetables in a highly spiced sauce 2. seasoning for curry: a mixture of spices used to prepare curry. It may be a sauce, paste, powder, or other form. ( often used before a noun )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had curry for dinner. Not anything like my favorite from CoCo's, but I made rice and a little packet of curry that my Ma had sent me. I guess Inekosan told us that now there is actual rice and curry that you just heat up, but that seems too lazy to me. Almost like the Intuition for shaving. My favorite kind of curry is chicken katsu with mushroom from CoCo's, and I could probably eat that every day for the rest of my life if I had to. Everyone has always talked about how FAB is better than CoCo's, but I didn't think so. Maybe it's because the time we went to FAB Kimmy blew my eardrum out. Hah. Or the fact that I just wasn't that impressed with it....It does have a nice ocean view though. I'm jealous, Erika, that they have them on mainland! And I'm also wishing I did the CoCo's curry challenge before they abolished it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am thankful I have friends like you to eat curry with.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37342977-116313352684075965?l=jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/feeds/116313352684075965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37342977&amp;postID=116313352684075965' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37342977/posts/default/116313352684075965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37342977/posts/default/116313352684075965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/2006/11/curry-krree-kr-ee-noun-plural-curries.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts on what, today?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175326438184960235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37342977.post-116305033022978186</id><published>2006-11-08T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:32:10.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/561/4193/1600/Random%209741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/561/4193/320/Random%209741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug [ &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/features/dictionary/Pronounce.aspx?search=hug"&gt;hug&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;verb  (past and past participle hugged, present participle hug·ging, 3rd person present singular hugs)&lt;br /&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. transitive and intransitive verb: embrace affectionately: to put your arms around somebody's body and hold the person tight to show affection or pleasure&lt;br /&gt;2. transitive verb: to put your arms around something: to clasp your arms around a part of your own body 3. transitive verb: keep close to something: to remain in close linear proximity to something while moving in a forward direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs...yes, this is the topic of my first post, blog, whatever. This picture (mine) caught my eye, and I got to thinking about them. There are lots of different types of hugs, but I've still decided they are some of my favorite things in the world because it seems like the affection you hold for the person in the relationship is passed through a hug, gesture, slung arm around the neck. Hugs, and their respective relationships, are as unique as shoes to a foot: no one pair fits exactly the same, and neither does a hug. I guess that's what makes them so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am thankful I have friends like you to hug.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37342977-116305033022978186?l=jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/feeds/116305033022978186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37342977&amp;postID=116305033022978186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37342977/posts/default/116305033022978186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37342977/posts/default/116305033022978186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jollyblondegiant.blogspot.com/2006/11/hug-hug-verb-past-and-past-participle.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts on what, today?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175326438184960235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
