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 <title>luvurneighbor</title>
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<updated>2008-10-30T01:31:56-04:00</updated>
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<title>Balloons for Breakfast</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/luvurneighbor/blog/Balloons-for-Breakfast-46374/" ></link>
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<updated>2008-01-06T14:00:17-05:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[I fell in love with the breakfast cook<br />
With his shiny roung glasses<br />
and his steam-faced smile<br />
One simple, foolish sausage and egg grin<br />
And I floated off--<br />
Like steam in thick air<br />
Over all the florescent orange booths<br />
and the&nbsp; stone-faced people of the city<br />
Some bringing in red California dirt<br />
on the soles of their shoes.<br />
And I...<br />
Sitting in an obvious corner<br />
With Balloons tied to my hair]]></summary>
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<entry>
<title>Salamander Dreams</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/luvurneighbor/blog/Salamander-Dreams-38874/" ></link>
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<updated>2007-12-17T17:45:32-05:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I believe that man<br />
Dreams like a salamander <br />
when he dies<br />
<br />
Escaping the pale illusion, Winter<br />
Along the frozen river bank<br />
like tiy stiff babies, grey corpses<br />
<br />
Awaiting an end to nothingness.<br />
Death: A salamander dream<br />
of warmer resurection.</span></span><br type="_moz" />]]></summary>
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<title>China or Bust</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/luvurneighbor/blog/China-or-Bust-36221/" ></link>
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<updated>2007-12-09T18:19:59-05:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium;">My son, Jordan,&nbsp;lives and works as a translator in China.&nbsp; He speaks, reads and writes in &nbsp;Mandarin and Cantonese.&nbsp; I don't speak anything but French and English.&nbsp; Jordan wants me to join him in China.&nbsp; He lives and works outside of Hong Kong and tells me there is a lot of work for foreigners there.&nbsp; He claims the labor force is tapped&nbsp;out and that I could find work there easily.&nbsp; I wonder how true this is.&nbsp;&nbsp;Although I am extremely well educated, I can't find work here in Oregon.&nbsp; I live in Eugene, which is a college town; everyone&nbsp;here including the cats and dogs have advanced degrees.&nbsp; I have researched working at home on the Internet, but have found nothing but scams advertised.&nbsp; When I had children, I swore I would stay home with them, no matter the cost, and now I am finding just how costly this choice was.&nbsp; At 53, I am&nbsp;fairly new to the work force.&nbsp; Divorced ten years ago, I learned that my age was a huge factor in obtaining employment.&nbsp; Now what do I do?&nbsp; Leave this country to move to China?&nbsp; Take on foster kids?&nbsp; Move in with my mom? Last year I was homeless for months.&nbsp; I hail from the&nbsp;upper middle class.&nbsp; How could this happen to me?&nbsp; Well it did and it was the worst thing for my self-esteem.&nbsp; Does anyone have ideas about how to survive in&nbsp;America?&nbsp; What are the chances of being successful in China?&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>]]></summary>
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<title>Forgive and Forget?</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/luvurneighbor/blog/Forgive-and-Forget%3F-36187/" ></link>
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<updated>2007-12-09T16:53:01-05:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[Hello All,<br />
This is my first Blog entry.&nbsp; I want to talk about forgiveness.&nbsp; Should we forgive everyone who hurts us?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; My new policy is this:&nbsp; If someone hurts me, they must make ammends before I will continue the relationship.&nbsp; If they make ammends and hurt me again, that's it.&nbsp; I have a way of forgiving and forgetting, which is no good for me.&nbsp; I open the door for more abuse later.<br />
I believe in turning the other cheek only if I know I won't get hit again.&nbsp; <br />
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