<?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-5601742185053318400</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:02:15.543-07:00</updated><category term='African American males'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='Clayton County schools'/><category term='start'/><category term='Atlanta'/><category term='politics'/><title type='text'>jillog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-8976979638007102235</id><published>2011-09-29T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:02:15.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, since no one reads this anyway ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--slH0gMrHn8/ToRnYzq7D5I/AAAAAAAAABk/kctsZY9Tw9c/s1600/mouth%252Bshut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--slH0gMrHn8/ToRnYzq7D5I/AAAAAAAAABk/kctsZY9Tw9c/s200/mouth%252Bshut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657760707768946578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I might as well post all of those intemperate thoughts that come to me at random times.  It usually has something to do with religion or politics, two topics that really aren't the best to bring up among decent company.  And both of which usually lead to anger or hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********DISCLAIMER*************&lt;br /&gt;If you are not prepared to hear MY unvarnished truth, as *I* see it, then read no further.  Certainly your comments are welcome (in the event that you happen to actually read this) and certainly I can be open to thoughtful, logical discourse.  If your feelings tend to be easily hurt when others disagree with you or if you're looking to pick a fight, take it somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you how I really feel.  Our current government leaders are scheisse.  Self-serving, myopic, dishonest, out-of-touch, dishonorable, etc. etc.  That is from Obama on down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you k&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOz8yQTM6eI/ToRoEh6SAII/AAAAAAAAABs/IXlMfVJXYG0/s1600/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOz8yQTM6eI/ToRoEh6SAII/AAAAAAAAABs/IXlMfVJXYG0/s200/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657761458915770498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now what?  We got what we deserve.  As long as WE are self-serving, myopic, dishonest, out-of-touch, dishonorable, etc. etc. that is EXACTLY what we will get - a reflection of ourselves.  I am sad and disgusted when I see the hordes of 'sheep-ple' following blindly the leaders that they vote for.  And instead of holding them accountable for doing what is best for the country, state or municipality, the "constituents" look for freebies and perks to benefit themselves only.  See?  We are what we elect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are just too stupid to have a vote, I think.  If they can't hold down a job, pay taxes, contribute to society, then how can they be trusted to select our representatives?  And since those who are currently sucking off the teat of the benevolence of the American taxpayer nearly equal the number of those supporting them, we are in a world of trouble.  This "forced charity" just simply pisses me off.  If the government is willing to force me, at gunpoint and with threat of prison, to pay into this dysfunctional system, then why can't we change this system to force those who are the leeches and parasites on the ass of the system, at gunpoint or with threat of prison, to support themselves and their dependents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy the sob stories anymore.  I don't buy the low expectations anymore.  "Oh, those poor people ... wah, wah, wah..."  Go ahead and treat people like they are poor and they will continue to feel poor, act poor, think poor.  And if your agenda is served by that (the dependency you create, the greater your job security), then I totally understand your condescending perspective.  However, as a social service professional, I would LOVE to see a day when my job is obsolete.  Unfortunately, thanks to the perpetual stream of government give-a-ways and the endless supply of people waiting in line to snatch them up, that will NOT happen in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrUgp5W2j08/ToRqMv9ZJHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eiT6Rt8NhNM/s1600/agrarian%2Blife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zrUgp5W2j08/ToRqMv9ZJHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eiT6Rt8NhNM/s200/agrarian%2Blife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657763799149126770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess when we eventually go back to primitive living conditions and each has to be self-sufficient, we'll see who really can survive.  Because that's where we're headed.  We can't continue under the enormous weight of our selfishness and short-sightedness.  And we can't survive leaders who can't say "NO."  Think of how that affects your own household, then put that on a exponential scale of 300 million people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those politicians don't have to worry about that ... they are in their own personal bubbles of affluence, with their special pensions and healthcare plans.   Their kids go to private schools, while they rant about the RIGHT of every child to a QUALITY PUBLIC EDUCATION.  Those three words can seldom be used in the same sentence, much less in the same phrase.  I'd love to see Obama or Hillary or Romney spend a day in the classroom of a typical kindergarten teacher, who has an unruly student that throws books at the teacher and punches his fellow students in the stomach.  Those politicians DO NOT have a clue.  They just have an agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm disgusted.  There are VERY FEW, if any, elected officials that warrant my respect.  They are sleazy, incompetent and cowardly.  Which is not much better than I can say for many of the people who vote for them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmuBnitiFlI/ToRrWM_g_CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sg9HPRBxY1A/s1600/quimby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmuBnitiFlI/ToRrWM_g_CI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sg9HPRBxY1A/s200/quimby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657765061073108002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-8976979638007102235?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/8976979638007102235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=8976979638007102235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/8976979638007102235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/8976979638007102235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-since-no-one-reads-this-anyway.html' title='Well, since no one reads this anyway ...'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--slH0gMrHn8/ToRnYzq7D5I/AAAAAAAAABk/kctsZY9Tw9c/s72-c/mouth%252Bshut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-2828209303018646789</id><published>2011-08-13T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:39:06.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A side of Elephant with that Bowl of Ramen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;With the soccer season quickly approaching, "free" Saturdays are about to disappear.  So with that reality looming, yesterday was going to be the day to get things done around the Ponderosa.  Well, when a wrong number called - TWICE - after midnight the previous night, six o'clock rolled around pretty early.  Too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the brakes on the car that needed attention.  (You know the old saying, the squeaky brakes get the grease ... or something like that.)  There went the morning.  Then an opportunity to obtain some free firewood that ulti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mately turned into an opportunity to brighten someone's day extended a seemingly mundane task into an afternoon adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still summer days offer much more daylight and yard work was finally incorporated into the schedule (after a trip to the DIY toystore.)  A late start meant working until it was too dark to see the curb I was edging by hand.  And yes, my muscles are complaining bitterly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGM_5Ltjoo8/TkiDAG_l8pI/AAAAAAAAABc/JoF4aBjJMk4/s1600/ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGM_5Ltjoo8/TkiDAG_l8pI/AAAAAAAAABc/JoF4aBjJMk4/s200/ramen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640902571182125714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And so, my effort to get back into the writing mode ... it's like eating an elephant... one story, one anecdote, one observation, one object lesson, one rant, at a time.  So after a quick dinner, the writing begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-2828209303018646789?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/2828209303018646789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=2828209303018646789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/2828209303018646789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/2828209303018646789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2011/08/side-of-elephant-with-that-bowl-of.html' title='A side of Elephant with that Bowl of Ramen?'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGM_5Ltjoo8/TkiDAG_l8pI/AAAAAAAAABc/JoF4aBjJMk4/s72-c/ramen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-6908891276526577628</id><published>2011-08-12T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:36:47.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for a writing career</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp4ptuNSpkA/TkXgx3kkTRI/AAAAAAAAABU/BjMrSFW0lUo/s1600/wiriting-prompts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp4ptuNSpkA/TkXgx3kkTRI/AAAAAAAAABU/BjMrSFW0lUo/s200/wiriting-prompts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640161255686950162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey there blogosphere... long time, no see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadly, as of late, my writing contributions have been limited to 140 characters.  Or a random comment or "like" on Facebook.  It is really hard to imagine that I was once a prolific writer.  And paid to do it as well.  That was over 30 years ago.  Yep, it's been a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A journal sits collecting dust on my bookshelf.  It contains the angst, the guilt, the desires of a misguided young adulthood.  Perhaps that is why the writing muscle lost its flex.  The writing for venting's sake seemed like a pretty shallow purpose.  Beyond that self-centered focus ("Oh, wo is me!") writing did not amount to anything other than a necessary task related to school or work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the pangs of self doubt nag with the idea that there are so many others out there who are much more accomplished in this endeavor.  Sure, I'm clever ... but someone else is clever-er.  Sure, I'm literate ... but someone else has a much better knack for words.  And I don't feel even mildly interesting as far as what I might opine or information that I might share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will it take a sense of duty, an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;obligation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, to finally get off the stick and WRITE?  Can I write just for the fun of it?  To express those deep-seated insights screaming to see the light of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To share emotion, knowledge, hopes and even fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will this end up being my ONE blog post of 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2011/07/writing-prompts-80/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;will help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-6908891276526577628?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/6908891276526577628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=6908891276526577628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/6908891276526577628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/6908891276526577628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-much-for-writing-career.html' title='So much for a writing career'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp4ptuNSpkA/TkXgx3kkTRI/AAAAAAAAABU/BjMrSFW0lUo/s72-c/wiriting-prompts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-434840271909606658</id><published>2010-01-29T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:51:35.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American males'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>A few thoughts on the politics of "blackness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a quick couple of thoughts to "get the bull rolling," as Boortz would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a forum on "Replenishing, Repositioning, and Reclaiming African American Males" last night.  On a good note, I was one of the few white people there, which tells me that the work to be done is being undertaken by those most affected.  And judging from the speeches and the rhetoric of the evening, African American males are serious about saving their next generation.  Thank God!  Let's see if words translate into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially enjoyed a lengthy, although captivating lecture, by a hip hop artist, Killa Mike aka Mike Bigga.  He made a lot of sense and clearly doesn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live &lt;/span&gt;the rap culture stereotype of denigrating his people.  He quickly pointed out, however, that rappers rap about things that the community cares about - drugs, big booties and sex, as opposed to education, legit careers and family life.  He called out the adults to look after the kids in the proper way, not defer to the thugs and gangstas.  I could definitely hang with this guy.  He's got major props in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6f2aL9qJ3c/S2L_N1KZ9GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qoHn7D64pjE/s1600-h/IMAGE_034%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6f2aL9qJ3c/S2L_N1KZ9GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qoHn7D64pjE/s320/IMAGE_034%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432184713636344930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also on the program, newly elected mayor of Atlanta, Kasim Reed, is really starting to grow on me.  I'll be honest - when he first started campaigning, I thought, "Typical politician ... so the system of black political patronage continues in the city of Atlanta."  But the more I hear him, the more I believe in his sincerity and conviction.  He certainly has a tough job, overcoming the corruption and mismanagement of the past.  He seems tough enough to confront the issues, though.  As long as he stays above the fray and doesn't surround himself with cronies, but with people who have integrity and care about doing the right thing, he should do well.  (I could insert a rant about Obama here, but I'll save that for another post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressman John Lewis also spoke.  He is inspiring.  His story should be a message to 15 year old black males everywhere.  Actually, his story should be a message to all people - standing up for your convictions, willing to lay it all down - including your life, if necessary - to do the right thing.  Here is a man who lives by his belief in nonviolence and does so much to further that cause.  What I would like to know is when "can't we all just get along" will transcend petty politics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest note of the night is that I was one of very few white people there.  As far as being an odd ball, that didn't bother me at all.  I've been grossly outnumbered more times than I can count.  I guess I don't see myself the way others do.  What I felt was that I cared enough to be there.  I should not be deprived of the opportunity.  I'm married to an African American male, my son is an African American male.  Many of my soccer kids are African American males.  I love them and care deeply about what happens to them and want so much better for them than the gigantic odds that would put them in a cemetery or prison before putting them in a college classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there not other white people who care?  Or does the African American community not want it to be a collective problem to be solved collectively?  I hope that neither are the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-434840271909606658?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/434840271909606658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=434840271909606658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/434840271909606658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/434840271909606658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-mucho.html' title='A few thoughts on the politics of &quot;blackness&quot;'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6f2aL9qJ3c/S2L_N1KZ9GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qoHn7D64pjE/s72-c/IMAGE_034%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-7292964669830595</id><published>2009-01-21T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:15:40.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new resolve?</title><content type='html'>Actually, it's the same resolve from last year.  I just keep recycling it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year ... (or is it every other year?  I lose track sometimes - comes with advanced age.)  Anyway, around this time of the year, I review a "Top 10" list that I have stuck in my scripture case.  It's a personal thing and I don't share the list with anyone - even my husband - so I'm not going elaborate on the things on my list.  Suffice it to say, I have no trouble finding 10 things to work on each year and it's good to go back and review and add to and adjust and revise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past eight or so years, it hasn't changed too dramatically.  It's not that I am not making any progress and finding new things to work on in my "Top 10" (replacing things that I've mastered or overcome as challenging character flaws or such.)  When I look back over a longer stretch of time, there is quite a bit of change and improvement, I'm happy to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I'm hardly satisfied.  Being as hard as I am on myself, I don't believe that I'm making the kind of progress that I should.  Especially considering the many years I spent as a slacker.  There's a lot of catching up to do.  And there are still days when I seem to be regressing in areas that I know need focus and concentration.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the challenge in this life.  There are forces out there - very strong ones - that want us to believe that the task before us is insurmountable.  They want us to focus on the lack of progress, get caught up in the day-to-day, and make us lose sight of the bigger picture - the eternal perspective.  If I only glimpse the short term, then I fail to realize how far I've actually come and how much I've actually accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life's mission is to do good in this world.  If I can manage not to be plagued by self-doubts, I am certain that I will be a good and faithful servant during my sojourn here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-7292964669830595?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/7292964669830595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=7292964669830595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/7292964669830595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/7292964669830595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-resolve.html' title='New year, new resolve?'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-2529593652764810677</id><published>2008-10-10T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:25:56.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for "habit"...</title><content type='html'>It's not as if there isn't anything to write about.  Maybe there's too much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Economy - scary.  Not hopeless if you're creative and willing to put in the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Politics - disgusting.  That's why I've decided that I am subscribing to the anarchism political philosophy.  I'll start running for office and my first act upon election will be to abolish my position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Church - or as they call it in the 'hood... "chuch"... exciting, hopeful, strong.  Undoubtedly, the highlight of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Family - thank heaven I have one.  And they're good and supportive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Work - tough and rewarding.  And that's what brings people together.  We have a good team and that's what it is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Soccer - analogy for life.  Brings joy and brings pain.  People make it fun, brutal, challenging and possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Mantra - "Joy in the Journey" - thanks President Monson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  Prayer - It works.  Do it.  And try to get better at it.  Best advice regarding prayer:  If you don't feel like praying, get on your knees and pray until you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Dogs - Woman's best friend.  Can't imagine life without them.  It would be very boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Music - Evocative.  It has the power to conjure up almost any thought, memory, emotion or feeling.  It is the universal expression and it transcends language.  When humans get to the point where we don't need language to communicate, our means will probably be through music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've got 10 more posts all lined up.  We'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-2529593652764810677?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/2529593652764810677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=2529593652764810677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/2529593652764810677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/2529593652764810677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-for-habit.html' title='So much for &quot;habit&quot;...'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-7193792655501713298</id><published>2008-09-15T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T07:03:20.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clayton County schools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>I live in Clayton County, GA ... don't tell anyone.</title><content type='html'>Actually, don't tell anyone that I don't mind living in Clayton County.  Every locality has their problems.  It's just that ours frequently make the national news.  You gotta give it to our little enclave ... there is some entertainment value.  The Atlanta Journal Constitution would sell NO PAPERS if it weren't for us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The major problem we're dealing with at this time is the abysmal school system.  Our claim to fame is being the first school district to lose accreditation in the last 40 years.  If I'm not mistaken, the last time a district's accreditation was revoked was due to their refusal to integrate.  I would venture to say that the current crisis has been brought on as a backlash to the discriminatory nature of education back then.  The swing in political power from white to black has led to the inundation of black politicians who thought that they could be just like the white politicians - powerful and corrupt.  Well, they did manage that part.  However, they forgot about one small detail - they still have to govern.  That is, actually run things and fill the position for which they've been elected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are layers and layers of intrigue involved here.  It's quite entertaining.  You couldn't write a script with this many twists and turns.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned in a previous post, I like to browse the local blog and occasionally through in my 2 cents.  Here's the latest - my suggestions for the school district.  Somewhat tongue-in-cheek, but also half serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-7193792655501713298?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/7193792655501713298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=7193792655501713298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/7193792655501713298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/7193792655501713298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-live-in-clayton-county-ga-dont-tell.html' title='I live in Clayton County, GA ... don&apos;t tell anyone.'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</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-5601742185053318400.post-2928775731215729853</id><published>2008-09-14T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:54:27.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge</title><content type='html'>It's been rumored that it takes 21 days to establish a habit.  My effort at consistent writing is far from being a habit.  Occasionally I'll vent on the local newspaper's blog or forum.  Or throw in my two cents worth on the soccer forum.  Of course, in my humble opinion, my postings are highly intelligent, thoughtful and stimulating.  Why doesn't anyone recognize this?  Alas, that brilliance just lingers there, yet to be acclaimed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, where there was once so much promise and skill, and dare I say, even talent, that muscle has lost its strength due to its inactivity.  So whether it's a paragraph or even just a sentence, it is my challenge to write something at least once a week.  With any determination, that should become even more regular.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 25+ years since the budding author had an audience.  And just because it is written doesn't make it worthy of reading.  I would just like to be the consistent writer that I once was.  If only for my own benefit and emotional well being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-2928775731215729853?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/2928775731215729853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=2928775731215729853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/2928775731215729853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/2928775731215729853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2008/09/challenge.html' title='The Challenge'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601742185053318400.post-8071651382628778924</id><published>2008-07-24T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:58:16.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>Personal blog entry #1 - Height of creativity!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the brilliance is just uh, so... brilliant... I know.  So my latest foray into the blogosphere is less than stimulating.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's not for everyone else anyway.  Not to say that you're not welcome to peruse.  It's just that it's pretty tame stuff.  You may learn a new vocabulary word or something.   Entertainment ... well, it depends on what rant I may venture off into at that point.  I'm not one for hysterics or even being remotely histrionic.  Like I said, pretty tame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this will bring out the controversial edge that is dying to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh, the anonymity of the internet.  Except that I'll sign this one.  Who knows, my true self may even come out through this medium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see.  More later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601742185053318400-8071651382628778924?l=jillog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/feeds/8071651382628778924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601742185053318400&amp;postID=8071651382628778924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/8071651382628778924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601742185053318400/posts/default/8071651382628778924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillog.blogspot.com/2008/07/personal-blog-entry-1-height-of.html' title='Personal blog entry #1 - Height of creativity!'/><author><name>Jefa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13219810728922041119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
