<?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-6274831</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:02:47.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strolling Back to Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>Occasional rantings of what's on my mind and random life events.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-1773281194553798226</id><published>2010-03-14T01:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:15:41.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Early Morning ThoughtsWell, it's rather early in the morning, or late at night, depending on how you view it.  I can't sleep, which is usual when my mind is racing.  So updating after a year off seemed appropriate.  If this does not make sense or if there are grammatical errors, well thpppt, don't be so picky, I may be awake but I'm insanely tired and my eyes hurt.Things have not been fun in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1773281194553798226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=1773281194553798226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/1773281194553798226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/1773281194553798226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2010/03/early-morning-thoughts-well-its-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-4687028639184942124</id><published>2009-03-31T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:14:59.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking a momentI am working on spreadsheets at the moment.  At work of course.  Mind numbing is the work that pops up when working on such spreadsheets.  Mind.  Numbing.Contemplating my life while working on said spreadsheets, I need more.  Of not just one thing in particular,  there are many aspects where, thinking about it, I just need more.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4687028639184942124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=4687028639184942124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/4687028639184942124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/4687028639184942124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-moment-i-am-working-on.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-3630682024437270701</id><published>2009-03-02T12:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:29:05.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SighI keep a journal of sorts on my desk at work.  Any time I do something out of the ordinary or of importance I write it down, by date, and sometimes colour-coded.  I also keep every email and document that passes me by, all organized in specific, easily searchable folders.  I learned many years ago to "cover my ass", hence my uber-organization at work.  And it has paid off.  What brings this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3630682024437270701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=3630682024437270701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/3630682024437270701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/3630682024437270701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-i-keep-journal-of-sorts-on-my-desk.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-5796826986448253944</id><published>2009-02-24T19:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:12:12.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odd thoughtI'm sitting at my computer. I'm cold (the computer is in the basement), tired, bored, it's very snowy and cold outside, and my boyfriend is still at work so I have no one to bug. I find it odd that my first thought is "I should go to the gym". So that is what I am doing. It has been awhile since I've gone. I opted out of using the gym at our resort and instead took many, many long walk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5796826986448253944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=5796826986448253944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/5796826986448253944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/5796826986448253944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/odd-thought-im-sitting-at-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-559147296731678667</id><published>2009-02-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:44:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odd feelingsAt this moment I feel anxious, and my stomach is knotting up.  I have no idea why.  Overall I do not feel less of a zombie today than I did when I last posted.  But all of a sudden I feel anxious.  My best theory is that I have so much on my mind and so many things that I need to accomplish that, even though on the outside I feel in control and on track, a little part of me deep down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/559147296731678667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=559147296731678667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/559147296731678667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/559147296731678667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/odd-feelings-at-this-moment-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-7975174277313848918</id><published>2009-02-03T11:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:36:46.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday RandomsI hate voicemail!!! Well, I like it but I usually sound like a babbling idiot when I leave a message.Today I do not feel so great. I'm feeling very light headed, tired, and completely out of it. Makes working fun :) Frankly I feel like a zombie, which is the reason I have "Living Dead Girl" stuck in my head. My mind may not be functioning at the moment, but at least it picked a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7975174277313848918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=7975174277313848918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/7975174277313848918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/7975174277313848918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday-randoms-i-hate-voicemail-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-7280615691461960039</id><published>2009-01-27T12:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:37:51.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unusual "friend"I have a friend on Facebook whom I have never met. Actually I think he has no idea who I am, especially since he has over 2000 friends. He requested me to add him quite awhile ago and the only reason I added him was because he is a chef. From Ireland, he is a well travelled chef who has a website, with a friend, that provides online video recipes and cooking tutorials. I'm sure I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7280615691461960039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=7280615691461960039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/7280615691461960039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/7280615691461960039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/unusual-friend-i-have-friend-on.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-8916783037758916527</id><published>2009-01-22T13:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:01:29.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I reached over and found.....Nothing. The wee buggers are stealing my bookends now. WTF? I do not have many left and do not want to be ordering more anytime soon. They are actually not cheap (according to our ordering catalogue) and really?? Go ask purchasing for your own!! The tax library is not a free-for-all!!  Oh, some people's children......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8916783037758916527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=8916783037758916527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/8916783037758916527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/8916783037758916527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-reached-over-and-found.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-6976468763820063239</id><published>2009-01-14T21:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:31:02.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home for nowWe're back from the west coast.  I miss the west coast.  I so adore the west coast.  One day I'll return, most likely this summer.  As for now I have to pay off my trip expenses and focus on reality.  Coming home to a very busy, deadline filled work schedule, extreem tiredness, snow snow snow and cold weather, does not help ease my longing for the west coast.Sigh.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6976468763820063239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=6976468763820063239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/6976468763820063239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/6976468763820063239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-for-now-were-back-from-west-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-8645723429210317663</id><published>2009-01-10T22:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:58:58.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a little grey outside.....Yay me!  Tomorrow will be my birthday.  And I wish I could remember that.  I've been forgetting what tomorrow is, but mind you my mind is not even focused on that.As I type this I have confiscated my boyfriend's relative's computer.  In Surrey.  And I'm not sure but I really hope the rain/snow has stopped.  We are gathered here to attend my boyfriend's father's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8645723429210317663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6274831&amp;postID=8645723429210317663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/8645723429210317663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274831/posts/default/8645723429210317663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prairiebunny.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-little-grey-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>prairiebunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08853498033503814865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5120/316/1600/pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274831.post-5645089180419528305</id><published>2009-01-01T21:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:30:04.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New BeginningsAs we ring in a new year I feel that I should finally start posting again. Due to my lack of time, organization, and overall lack of interest, I stopped posting online and focused instead on directing my complaints to certain people. Now I have an urge again to talk openly with those of the online world. Whoever you may be, as I am not sure if anyone looks at this page anymore. 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