<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929</id><updated>2009-11-18T22:39:28.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Understand the World</title><subtitle type='html'>I have many thoughts on religion, politics and the world in general and need a place to spew them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>398</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-862412291807361934</id><published>2009-08-02T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:38:43.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel humbled. For the last four months I have been working on the case from hell. I am finally typing it up this weekend (yes - I am working on a Sunday) and as I reread all my notes I feel sad that I wasn't more compassionate toward the family. It's amazing how constant conflict can erode one's ability to listen to suffering. I pray - as I sit here waiting for my blue berry muffins - that my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/862412291807361934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=862412291807361934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/862412291807361934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/862412291807361934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-humbled.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-1959591634121627871</id><published>2009-07-03T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:30:04.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have spent the morning reading old journals. It's hard not to think one might be a bit nutty when reading one's old journals. Although interesting to read how one has changed.It's kinda fun to refer to oneself as one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1959591634121627871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=1959591634121627871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/1959591634121627871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/1959591634121627871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-spent-morning-reading-old-journals.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-5456546647016954514</id><published>2009-07-03T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:19:00.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time I decide I want to read a book I feel compelled to look up the negative reviews on Amazon. It's become a bit of a compulsion. I have been talked out of reading many books.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5456546647016954514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=5456546647016954514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/5456546647016954514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/5456546647016954514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-time-i-decide-i-want-to-read-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-73498099196565262</id><published>2009-06-28T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:37:04.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read posts below:I have reached the last chapter titled "The Final Weeks". As I read I become more anxious. I don't want Pres. Lincoln to die! Lincoln's second vice-president - Andrew Johnson - was a nuts and should never never have been president. He would not have been nominated had people known that Lincoln was going to die. I watched a documentary recently about Andrew Johnson and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/73498099196565262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=73498099196565262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/73498099196565262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/73498099196565262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-posts-below-i-have-reached-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-6346109717921968054</id><published>2009-06-28T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:01:28.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just had an odd thought...the song "Father Abraham had many sons" (a sunday school classic)...could it be about Abraham Lincoln rather than Abraham of biblical origins? During the Civil War the troops (on both sides) called the Pres - Father Abraham.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6346109717921968054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=6346109717921968054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/6346109717921968054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/6346109717921968054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-had-odd-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-2108301449185088453</id><published>2009-06-06T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:57:55.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must read previous post to understand this one:I have now reached the Civil War and I am crying. I am on the edge of my seat as Goodwin describes those first few days when Washington was cut off from the rest of the North. I feel the anxiety of family and friends as they part ways to defend their home state and face off against one another. For me - I am reminded that war should never be taken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2108301449185088453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=2108301449185088453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/2108301449185088453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/2108301449185088453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-read-previous-post-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-1103488642787329834</id><published>2009-06-05T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:41:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently reading Doris Kearns Goodwin's -  Team of Rivals - about the political genius of Lincoln. Goodwin makes Lincoln and his contemporaries come to life. With great detail she describes life, relationships, politics, social issues and other important factors that played a role in the eventual Civil War. Goodwin is so great with description that on at least three occasions I forgot that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1103488642787329834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=1103488642787329834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/1103488642787329834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/1103488642787329834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-currently-reading-doris-kearns.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-7515878720596269646</id><published>2009-04-12T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:50:18.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find myself at war. At times I am overwhelmed with emotion and I can feel faith growing in my heart. Then I remember that faith is not able to overcome the intectually honest conclusions I've made within myself. Eventually my thoughts beat out my feelings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7515878720596269646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=7515878720596269646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/7515878720596269646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/7515878720596269646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-find-myself-at-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-5463297201171855963</id><published>2009-03-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:21:28.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attachment disordered?</title><summary type='text'>Several thoughts are running through my head on this lovely Wednesday evening. I am waiting for the Lost to start. I am writing from my new blue sitting room. We emptied the spare bedroom and painted it a bright blue. We then added an even brighter blue couch. Hence the name: the Blue Room.I've been thinking about touch. I don't really like to be touched. In general I try to avoid it. My mom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5463297201171855963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=5463297201171855963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/5463297201171855963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/5463297201171855963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/attachment-disordered.html' title='attachment disordered?'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-669288689478904874</id><published>2009-02-16T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:21:03.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>It's been a few weeks since Kathy's surgery and she's doing much better. She is definitely eating more. She hasn't been weighed, but she seems to weigh more when we pick her up. Also, Kathy has more energy. My hope is that she is well on her way to recovery. Thanks for all the good thoughts on my last post!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/669288689478904874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=669288689478904874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/669288689478904874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/669288689478904874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-2948668889391336433</id><published>2009-01-27T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:48:48.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kathy</title><summary type='text'>Kathy is a great cat. We adopted her about two years ago from the Cat Adoption Team (CAT). She had been up for adoption for quite awhile, having come into the shelter as a stray. I don't know why she wasn't adopted. I suspect it's because she's meek and didn't stand out amongst the many gregarious cats. I'm Kathy was still there when we searched for a kitty. She's cute and sweet. I love how she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2948668889391336433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=2948668889391336433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/2948668889391336433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/2948668889391336433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/kathy.html' title='kathy'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-9080647130298691695</id><published>2008-11-30T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:07:24.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a conspiracy a foot. It seems that everywhere there are songs, videos or conversations with friends that make me want to cry. I sit here crying right now as I listen to a song about a little boy who buys his dying mother a pair of shoes on Christmas Eve.I recently mentioned the swing in my emotions to some coworkers. It was suggested that this is due to pregnancy. I assure all readers of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9080647130298691695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=9080647130298691695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/9080647130298691695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/9080647130298691695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-conspiracy-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-3972060085634893222</id><published>2008-06-13T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:14:46.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you Mr. Russert</title><summary type='text'>Tim Russert died today. I feel very sad that journalism has lost one it's greatest minds. His coverage of polictics and Washington and informed millions. We will miss him during this election season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3972060085634893222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=3972060085634893222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/3972060085634893222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/3972060085634893222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you-mr-russert.html' title='thank you Mr. Russert'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-6106589271504408208</id><published>2008-06-05T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:22:37.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a delegate in the family!!</title><summary type='text'>So my Uncle Robert will be a delegate from Washington State to the Republican National Convention.In an email to him I wrote:I heard that you are a delegate to the Republican National Convention. I am really excited for you! Dad sent us a link to the Columbia Basin Herald. I could only be more proud if it was the Democratic National Convention. ; )  I had no idea that you were even in the running</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6106589271504408208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=6106589271504408208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/6106589271504408208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/6106589271504408208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/delegate-in-family.html' title='a delegate in the family!!'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-2891236371606152570</id><published>2008-04-27T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:17:17.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>i was wrong...it could get so much worse...but i now feel better</title><summary type='text'>I have complained about work before, but nothing compares to the last two weeks. I worked 14 days straight. Between last Saturday and this Friday I worked 90 hours. I had several crazy cases, had to remove several children from home and had to fly to North Dakota and back in one day (with a seven month old in my lap on the way back). My supervisor felt pretty bad for me and said that she would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2891236371606152570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=2891236371606152570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/2891236371606152570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/2891236371606152570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-wrongit-could-get-so-much.html' title='i was wrong...it could get so much worse...but i now feel better'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-4202010613246675221</id><published>2008-04-11T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:01:17.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hillary</title><summary type='text'>Life has been busy, busy, busy. My ankle was not broken, so that's good. Work is crazy. I worked like 55 hours this week. I don't have much to say, but it's been awhile since I wrote anything.I am going to vote for Hillary Clinton in the primary next month.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4202010613246675221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=4202010613246675221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/4202010613246675221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/4202010613246675221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/hillary.html' title='hillary'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-8417668009325313753</id><published>2008-03-09T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:22:47.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken?</title><summary type='text'>So it turns out my ankle is probably broken. I broke it before and they think I have re-injured it. They gave me a giant boot brace to wear and I have to go the fracture clinic. The one great thing is my supportive husband.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8417668009325313753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=8417668009325313753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/8417668009325313753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/8417668009325313753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/broken.html' title='broken?'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-7237529684935876040</id><published>2008-03-06T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:31:48.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><title type='text'>Sicko</title><summary type='text'>I openly wept as I watched Michael Moore's Sicko. Mr. Moore explores that fact that we (the US) are the only western country without universal health care. Over 50 million Americans are without health insurance. Many die each year due to lack of treatment. Those of us who are insured have been made to fear universal health care. We worry that if the government runs our health care it will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7237529684935876040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=7237529684935876040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/7237529684935876040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/7237529684935876040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/sicko.html' title='Sicko'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-5519334200035369964</id><published>2008-02-28T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:10:51.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is so ridiculous at times. I bought new shoes (Dankos clogs) for better arch support. The arch of my left foot has been hurting. So, I bought these shoes and they help; however, they are tall. Consequently, I have tripped a couple times. I usually catch myself, but today I didn't. I tripped, rolled my ankle and fell. And this was in front of not less than 14 of my coworkers enjoying their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5519334200035369964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=5519334200035369964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/5519334200035369964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/5519334200035369964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-so-ridiculous-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-705475657347859939</id><published>2008-02-27T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:56:09.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a weird mood again. Joel is on the floor playing with Ezra. Carter went to pick up Kat from school. Joel and I both love Ezra very much, but I think that Joel is much better at showing his affection. I hold myself back. I've never really been one to put myself out there with children. While growing up in the church it was sort of expected that girls would love to play with the babies, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/705475657347859939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=705475657347859939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/705475657347859939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/705475657347859939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-in-weird-mood-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-114587714443335169</id><published>2008-02-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:20:55.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm in a weird mood. I feel sappy and somewhat emotional. I was looking through photos and this one made me laugh. This was taken on our honeymoon. I really love Joel!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114587714443335169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=114587714443335169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/114587714443335169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/114587714443335169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-in-weird-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_06FCotRDsaU/R8OhteAyVgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/c4D38YIX3fw/s72-c/day+3+(G.+Caymen)+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-8472801042039665513</id><published>2008-02-03T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:49:31.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><summary type='text'>a long time ago i wrote a post on the meaning of happiness. i suggested that the word happy should be erased from the dictionary, because in my opinion it was nearly unattainable. i believed that peace was more attainable than happiness. upon reflection, i think that i have obtained that peace. things still get crazy, i get stressed and sometimes anxiety still creeps in; however my general </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8472801042039665513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=8472801042039665513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/8472801042039665513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/8472801042039665513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-7523294664637501344</id><published>2007-10-07T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:04:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the post wedding depression of bridezilla</title><summary type='text'> We had a beautiful wedding! Nothing went wrong...except Bridezilla reared her ugly head. September 2 dawned lovely and beautiful. We truly could not have asked for a lovelier day. It all turned out the way I planned in my head. All except me. That's right friends...I became Bridezilla. This was not an immediate transition. No, it took a full weekend of events to bring the monster out in me.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7523294664637501344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=7523294664637501344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/7523294664637501344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/7523294664637501344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_07.html' title='the post wedding depression of bridezilla'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_06FCotRDsaU/RwiERREXKgI/AAAAAAAAACU/fELB5KRhGM8/s72-c/us-wed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-514363158542315034</id><published>2007-10-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:24:22.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>long ago journal post</title><summary type='text'>This is an entry I wrote in an old journal. I happened to run across it today when I was looking for a piece of paper.6/24/05I'm sitting in a psychologists' lobby for the next several hours. One of my kiddos is having a psychological evaluation and someone has to sit outside his office the whole time. I am the one that gets to have that pleasure.In the lobby there are the classic single color </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/514363158542315034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=514363158542315034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/514363158542315034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/514363158542315034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-ago-journal-post.html' title='long ago journal post'/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9040929.post-8184832124245704332</id><published>2007-07-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:02:28.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are many things I could say about this number, but I am just going to let it speak for itself:&lt;!-- include cost of war javascript; this runs the counter --&gt;  &lt;!-- the elements 'row' and 'alt' will be changed by the javascript to contain the correct numbers --&gt; Cost of the War in Iraq (JavaScript Error) To see more details, click here. &lt;!-- this line triggers the counter to start --&gt;  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8184832124245704332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9040929&amp;postID=8184832124245704332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/8184832124245704332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9040929/posts/default/8184832124245704332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tryingtounderstandtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-are-many-things-i-could-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Trissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05186016648616043448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10425827382990142684'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>