<?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-7839454783441627004</id><updated>2011-11-06T16:57:14.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-5144702923866431610</id><published>2011-06-26T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:58:12.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Not Alone</title><summary type='text'>You Are Not Alone


I woke up this morning with the song "You Are Not Alone" going through my head. Then several different places on Facebook I saw that phrase this morning. An event came to my mind, when I was in California a couple of years ago. I had left Indiana on April 20th, 2009 with $334, and everything I owned in my little red 2003 Ford Focus. I was headed to a Mermaid Mixed Media </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5144702923866431610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5144702923866431610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5144702923866431610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You Are Not Alone'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-7086565719517322058</id><published>2011-03-30T00:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:30:26.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Get the Chance I Hope You Just Laugh!</title><summary type='text'>
If You Get the Chance I Hope You Just Laugh!


Andrew David Huntsman 3/30/1985-11/22/2003 My son! Happy Birthday! Love and Miss you!



Knowing this day was coming up I decided to find a way to celebrate it in the style that Andrew would have wanted. As people walked through the line at the viewing for him, over and over I heard " He always made me laugh!" So this year I am going to LAUGH! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7086565719517322058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7086565719517322058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7086565719517322058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_30.html' title='If You Get the Chance I Hope You Just Laugh!'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/-FNAqdWfLycM/TZK3xxmct7I/AAAAAAAAABo/9KovPk14KmA/s72-c/photo1-734004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-2021076382749604177</id><published>2011-03-27T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:55:02.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing my story!</title><summary type='text'>
I have had a "situation" in my life that I want "fixed'! I am so exhausted and have just wanted to "quit" EVERYTHING! I am in a place in my life where I see the spiritual world and physical world mixed together. I asked the spiritual world to just let me "quit" and lay down my physical body and "pass over" to the spiritual realm. I hear "just wait to see how this all plays out". So I guess the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2021076382749604177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/2021076382749604177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/2021076382749604177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_27.html' title='Sharing my story!'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srKm9n3raHw/TY_Zzy2lIqI/AAAAAAAAABg/ah1ELg0wCuk/s72-c/photo1-738813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-5320682343817964422</id><published>2011-03-12T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:03:26.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Self is Back!</title><summary type='text'>My Sassy Self is BACK!


December 31, 2001/ January 1, 2002

My daughter Bethany's Story

"Hey you want to go for a ride with us, in this van we stole?" My gut told me not to get in the van, but I did it anyway. The ride was so much fun even though the driver was only years 13 years old. The 3 of us took turns on our joy ride around the country side!  I don't remember much for the next few days, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5320682343817964422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sassy-self-is-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5320682343817964422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5320682343817964422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sassy-self-is-back.html' title='My Sassy Self is Back!'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-5011446573878110884</id><published>2011-03-06T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:34:24.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you afraid of?</title><summary type='text'>

What are you afraid of?
 
Recently I talking to my sister about my desire to hold workshops for people. My vision a couple years earlier that I shared with the leader of the singles group was to have them for the singles. I thought my sister and her husband could lead the one on finances because they were following the Dave Ramsey program and had turned that part of their life around. Also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5011446573878110884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5011446573878110884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5011446573878110884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='What are you afraid of?'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/--82zZUe6jNs/TXRDXqNyGnI/AAAAAAAAABY/E5yJ5TlbhZg/s72-c/photo1-754335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-163180539247123868</id><published>2011-02-26T15:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:03:33.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward Eddie!</title><summary type='text'>


I had an amazing Pay It Forward experience last night! The following is a note that I wrote last year. My Paying It Forward last night made me THANK Eddie again!  I had pulled into a rest area to go to the restroom. When I was crossing the parking lot a car pulled up to me and the man said "Can I ask you a huge favor?" "I am almost out of gas and I am on my way to pick up my daughter." I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/163180539247123868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/163180539247123868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/163180539247123868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='Pay It Forward Eddie!'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/-vvc4fARI2lQ/TWlpYT2j4FI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KnwywCZAs90/s72-c/photo1-789207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-5937359803889549885</id><published>2011-02-24T11:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:29:34.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor Andrew Huntsman's 4th Birthday!</title><summary type='text'>
Trevor Andrew Huntsman's 4th Birthday!

If when one leaves this plane there are not left behind hundreds of teary red eyes sobbing about the loss of that individual then why were they ever really here ?
Divinicus Alchemus Magicus

     Tomorrow will be my grandson Trevor's 4th birthday. Preparing for this day ahead of time so that it does not catch me off guard. I decided to celebrate it in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5937359803889549885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/trevor-andrew-huntsmans-4th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5937359803889549885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5937359803889549885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/trevor-andrew-huntsmans-4th-birthday.html' title='Trevor Andrew Huntsman&apos;s 4th Birthday!'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02ptq0OQ02I/TWaVTa0IpAI/AAAAAAAAABI/vGeMiZV3CBY/s72-c/photo1-725024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-6198903223124603668</id><published>2011-02-23T07:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:53:12.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Hair Woman</title><summary type='text'>

Having baby fine, wavy hair I have had difficulties keeping it under some sort of control for most of my life.

First memory of my hair is my Grandma Brown brushing it. She was in such a hurry and so rough that she brushed my ears. I remember the bristles scrapping the flesh which made me jump around. She scolded me that if I would keep it combed I would not be going through this right now.

I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6198903223124603668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/wild-hair-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6198903223124603668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6198903223124603668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/wild-hair-woman.html' title='Wild Hair Woman'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/-42_YQnYYlmo/TWUMBkXFBEI/AAAAAAAAABA/ISENgiDyrOo/s72-c/photo1-746519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-7573938215824215383</id><published>2011-02-22T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:02:01.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving/Changing</title><summary type='text'>Saving/Changing

"When we tell our stories, we change the world." 
Brene Brown 
"I Thought it Was Just Me (but it isn't): Telling the Truth About Perfectionism, Inadequacy, and Power"

My mom once told me "You can't save the whole world!". Well I was going to try anyway! I have had a strong magnetic pull for the underdog.

Recently while telling "my story" to a friend about the circumstances </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7573938215824215383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/savingchanging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7573938215824215383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7573938215824215383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/savingchanging.html' title='Saving/Changing'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/-vEX9KIdvqU4/TWQiCEWkwpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2ZObIi231bs/s72-c/photo1-743785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-6693672235988404652</id><published>2011-02-17T17:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:57:12.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Cold As Ice</title><summary type='text'>
As Cold As Ice


A couple of days ago I over heard a friend talking to their mom on the phone. I began to feel sad. Working on not squelching my feelings lately, I "felt" the sadness. What was it about? Then waves of wanting came. I can't talk to my mom on the phone. I miss my mom. I didn't know that not being able to call my mom up anytime and tell her anything, bothered me, until I "felt" the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6693672235988404652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-cold-as-ice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6693672235988404652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6693672235988404652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-cold-as-ice.html' title='As Cold As Ice'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/-T_x8-LViRUg/TV2m-c4L0II/AAAAAAAAAAw/3Z_URoJiJtg/s72-c/photo1-724473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-4947149721075902974</id><published>2011-02-10T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:17:46.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Radiate Love and Happiness</title><summary type='text'>I Radiate Love and Happiness!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; Last May I attended a workshop in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;Chicago on Finding Your Soulmate taught by Arielle Ford.  I have been single for almost 11 years and have been thinking I don't want to be alone much longer. I am not feeling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4947149721075902974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-radiate-love-and-happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4947149721075902974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4947149721075902974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-radiate-love-and-happiness.html' title='I Radiate Love and Happiness'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/-qhvLHDMmG7E/TVQiu-2xsoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zx40WC_5UsI/s72-c/love-746640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-7857680903989897650</id><published>2011-02-07T16:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:59:41.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Needs Are Always Provided For</title><summary type='text'>

My needs are always provided for.

I really believe this affirmation for my physical needs. Recently it was put to the test for my emotional ones. 

I have made some decisions for myself about setting boundaries and sticking to them. This has not been an easy thing for me.

When the test came to establish the line, my heart hurt but I knew it was the best for me. "NO" why is that such a hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7857680903989897650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-needs-are-always-provided-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7857680903989897650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7857680903989897650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-needs-are-always-provided-for.html' title='My Needs Are Always Provided For'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/_bVU-8tiwjZU/TVByppZjeBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ERoPP_JicdE/s72-c/peanut+butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-5178067166063871127</id><published>2011-02-06T11:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:38:36.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't wanna....."</title><summary type='text'>
Staring out the window one day while painfully trying to write about MY grief and how it has threaded goldenly through my life even before I was born, my overwhelming thought was "I don't wanna... do it!" 

Then WHY are you? BECAUSE it is MY life and I am trying to tell MY life story? Because some friends and family said that is what I "should" do? Because it is what people NEED? 

But I WANT to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5178067166063871127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-wanna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5178067166063871127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5178067166063871127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-wanna.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t wanna.....&quot;'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bVU-8tiwjZU/TU7cZx6i4AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CVE2Z2rXYok/s72-c/eye-763580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-3252301543249152319</id><published>2011-02-02T16:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:07:53.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding My Voice</title><summary type='text'>
A jumble of thought has been binging against the creases in my brain for a few days and I thought by writing them down it might straighten them out into a coherent form.

In the last few weeks I have come across events in my life where in the past I might have kept my opinion to myself. I think, "man I wish I could say this or that to the person". Why don't you? I hear that voice in my head ask.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/3252301543249152319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-my-voice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/3252301543249152319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/3252301543249152319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/02/finding-my-voice.html' title='Finding My Voice'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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/_bVU-8tiwjZU/TUnUp4UiHwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uIizZv8J3BQ/s72-c/photo1-798955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-5562715949150026315</id><published>2011-01-28T14:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:31:28.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound</title><summary type='text'>I am back to writing on this blog. But...but...but... I don't have anything "profound" to share. Do I really need "profound" moments to share? Isn't my everyday life "profound" in itself?

This past week I have slept in my car at rest areas and store parking lots. In a hotel and a friends' house. Taken a shower in a community center that I stumbled upon. While living this nomadic lifestyle for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5562715949150026315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/01/profound.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5562715949150026315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5562715949150026315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/01/profound.html' title='Profound'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-8792451706977521366</id><published>2011-01-17T10:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:41:12.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice!!!!</title><summary type='text'>WARNING: Any institutions or individuals using this site or any of its associated sites for studies or projects-you DO NOT have permission to use any of my profile or pictures in any form or forum both current and future. If you have or do, it will be considered a violation of my privacy and will be subject to legal ramifications. It is recommended that other members post a similar notice


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8792451706977521366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/01/notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/8792451706977521366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/8792451706977521366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2011/01/notice.html' title='Notice!!!!'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-2965082756905832620</id><published>2010-11-02T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:00:32.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 25, 2008 Chicago Mermaid blog</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Artist Way
Recently I have been consuming books from the library. I have read
The Dance of the Dissident Daughter: A Woman's Journey from Christian Tradition to the Sacred Feminine by Sue Monk Kidd. I picked it up because I have been into dancing lately and I have read a couple of her other books and loved them. I was touched the core of my being while reading this book</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2965082756905832620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-november-25-2008-artist-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/2965082756905832620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/2965082756905832620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-november-25-2008-artist-way.html' title='November 25, 2008 Chicago Mermaid blog'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-4123149815556404107</id><published>2010-11-02T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T16:16:37.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From my Chicago Mermaid blog!</title><summary type='text'>Monday, November 3, 2008
A Bun Dance
Been doing a little bit of dancing lately. I read the book Law of Attraction a few months ago. They talked about abundance in our lives. When I saw it, I saw the word "A Bun Dance". I love to dance. Well when I have something fun or exciting happen in my life I have been doing the "A Bun Dance". Thought I would share by little dances from yesterday.

I dropped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4123149815556404107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-my-chicago-mermaid-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4123149815556404107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4123149815556404107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-my-chicago-mermaid-blog.html' title='From my Chicago Mermaid blog!'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-1360150768653534485</id><published>2010-06-11T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:52:19.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><summary type='text'>I met SARK!! She is a wonderful inspirational artist/author/speaker/person! One of the points she made in her presentation was to feel your feelings. Feel them don't push them away. What are they? I began thinking back to my alone time in my magic little house in Lafayette IN. I was longing for some friends and maybe some dates. This longing led me to a site called Plenty of Fish. They were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/1360150768653534485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/06/longing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/1360150768653534485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/1360150768653534485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/06/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-5792735611150981057</id><published>2010-05-10T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:48:03.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition</title><summary type='text'>Listen to it! Take the time to know your intuitions voice. Then begin listening to it. You will be surprised where it takes you and what blessings it bestows upon you. 7 Jars of Peanut Butter is the result of me listening to that voice following it and seeing the awesome results. I probably hear and listen correctly to that voice 90% of the time. 10% of the time I am wrong. None of us like to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5792735611150981057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/intiution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5792735611150981057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5792735611150981057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/intiution.html' title='Intuition'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-6920811246788064165</id><published>2010-05-09T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:46:22.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Mother/Adult Child Relationship.</title><summary type='text'>Below is what I used at the Domestic Violence shelter when I worked there. I thought this could be translated to a mother/adult child relationship. One of my goals for 2010 is to strengthen my relationship with my children. Let me use the tools I know to accomplish this.

CHARACTERISTICS OF A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP

Let's you be yourself.


Let's you be together as a couple(mother/adult child), but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6920811246788064165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/05/healthy-motherchild-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6920811246788064165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6920811246788064165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/05/healthy-motherchild-relationship.html' title='Healthy Mother/Adult Child Relationship.'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-5455728675344730139</id><published>2010-04-04T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T07:23:12.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Trevor</title><summary type='text'>I think when a loved one dies we become afraid that we will "forget". Not the person but all of those yummy moments we had with them. My grandaughters Taylor and Dakota wrote letters to their little brother Trevor Andrew Huntsman that were read at his funeral this past week. Trevors' Grandma Mary Jo also wrote a letter that was read. I thought how very nice what a way to remember. 

Hi Trevor,
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/5455728675344730139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/04/memories-of-trevor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5455728675344730139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/5455728675344730139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/04/memories-of-trevor.html' title='Memories of Trevor'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-288737902938330502</id><published>2010-01-27T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:45:59.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Source</title><summary type='text'>Writing this blog is sort of like cooking a big pot of vegetable soup. The ideas sort of simmer for a while then pop one comes to the surface like the bubbles of the boiling liquid. This one I title Source. You might think of it as Creator, God, Goddess, the Universe or any other name you want to describe it in your life. All of my needs at met by my Source. I am amazed by the avenue the Source </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/288737902938330502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/01/source.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/288737902938330502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/288737902938330502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/01/source.html' title='Source'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-4446410831268505853</id><published>2010-01-09T20:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:07:31.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred Spirits</title><summary type='text'>Venturing out for the first time in a couple of days was refreshing. Being a readaholic one of my many stops was at Barnes and Noble. First to the art books then to the self-help books. One that caught my eye is titled "When the Bough Breaks: Forever After the Death of a Son or Daughter" by Judith R. Bernstein Ph.D. I usually avoid grief books but this one seemed different. While reading the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4446410831268505853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/01/kindred-spirits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4446410831268505853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4446410831268505853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2010/01/kindred-spirits.html' title='Kindred Spirits'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-4551524536476426593</id><published>2009-12-31T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:49:54.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>46 Things to learn in 2010</title><summary type='text'>Okay folks I don't have to make up a new list from last year just add a few more things onto it. While I accomplished and did learn masses I strayed from my list a bit last year! Below is my list from last year with added tidbits from me!


45 things to learn in 2009 

One of my friend Cindy's favorite blogs is 37 Days. I went there to check it out and she encouraged you to learn in 2009 as many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/4551524536476426593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/46-things-to-learn-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4551524536476426593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/4551524536476426593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/46-things-to-learn-in-2010.html' title='46 Things to learn in 2010'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7839454783441627004.post-220502549445852422</id><published>2009-12-28T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:54:26.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><summary type='text'>This is a repeat blog. I received the DVD for a present and thought this was worth repeating.


While going through "The Artist Way" course I have been taking my artist self on "dates". I am not sure how to "date" so I just do what seems like fun at the time.




I had heard that the movie "Slumdog Millionaire" was a must see movie. Oprah had said it is a love story like no other you have ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/220502549445852422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/slumdog-millionaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/220502549445852422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/220502549445852422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-6092956439758033832</id><published>2009-12-27T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:57:41.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan</title><summary type='text'>Still thinking about my life having a plan and a purpose. I think back to when my daughter Bethany was in her auto accident. She was 15 at the time. The timing and placement of people in our path could not have been more beautiful.




It was New Year's Eve 2000/2001. Bethany was in Portland at her dad's for the weekend. I had a guy coming to my apartment to take me to a party that my sister </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6092956439758033832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/plan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6092956439758033832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6092956439758033832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/plan.html' title='Plan'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-9085870860078878638</id><published>2009-12-16T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:59:03.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Dating N.E.X.T.</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite sayings that my daughter uses is "Men are like McDonalds Drive Thru...N.E.X.T!" I think it is the very modern way of saying there are more out there if you don't work out. Last night at my Speed Dating experience I said N.E.X.T. thru the 7 men there. 

Example number one. There were questions on the table that you could ask. I choose "If you were an animal in the wild what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/9085870860078878638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/speed-dating-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/9085870860078878638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/9085870860078878638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/speed-dating-next.html' title='Speed Dating N.E.X.T.'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-7655760221050917427</id><published>2009-12-14T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:35:36.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><summary type='text'>Do one thing every day that scares you. 

Eleanor Roosevelt
US diplomat &amp; reformer (1884 - 1962) 

I was talking to a friend recently that has been doing new different things in his life. He told me that he truely feels alive when he is stretching himself to the limits. Doing one thing every day that scares me has been a great way to feel alive. I want to live and FEEL alive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7655760221050917427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7655760221050917427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7655760221050917427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-7766739361209015501</id><published>2009-12-11T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:01:16.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><summary type='text'>My thoughts lately are about the balance in my life. I know currently things are tipping a bit out of balance. It makes my world a bit rocky. How do I get it back? I heard bits and pieces of an interview with Oprah about her weight and she said something like "when my weight gets out of control I know my world is out of balance. I need to get back to putting myself first." I can relate to that. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/7766739361209015501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7766739361209015501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/7766739361209015501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-6443565500126860440</id><published>2009-12-08T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:48:42.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells that Transport</title><summary type='text'>Last week was unusually stressful for me. I don't usually stress over things. I was trying to do too much in too short of time. Also there was some strain in a relationship with someone. I happened to go to the store and noticed Organix Revitalizing Pomegranate Green Tea shampoo on the shelf. That is the shampoo I took with me to the Bahamas. I took a sniff and was transported back to the pebbled</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6443565500126860440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/smells-that-transport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6443565500126860440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6443565500126860440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/smells-that-transport.html' title='Smells that Transport'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-2535770421743722568</id><published>2009-12-03T13:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:32:56.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 signs of a controlling personality and potential abuser</title><summary type='text'>

1. Jealousy

2. Blames others (including you) for his faults, him being the way he is

3. Blames circumstances for his problems (it's not me, it's how life is treating me)

4. His behaviour is unpredictable and you don't know what to expect from him at any time, in particular how he may greet you

5. He belittles you verbally, tries to take away your self-esteem and self-respect

6. He cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/2535770421743722568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-signs-of-controlling-personality-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/2535770421743722568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/2535770421743722568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-signs-of-controlling-personality-and.html' title='12 signs of a controlling personality and potential abuser'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-969966814282247403</id><published>2009-11-27T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:53:28.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duty</title><summary type='text'>“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/969966814282247403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/duty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/969966814282247403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/969966814282247403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/duty.html' title='Duty'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-6682306228821295754</id><published>2009-11-24T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:56:58.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stuff"</title><summary type='text'>I went to The Jay Garment Antique Mall in Portland Indiana last Friday. Just to walk around get some exercise and look and see what they had. Which is EVERYTHING! I passed by childhood memories just amazed. 

I had given all my "stuff" away in April of this year. Keeping a few treasures for myself. Knowing that I wanted to travel light.... very light. While talking to people as I have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/6682306228821295754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6682306228821295754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/6682306228821295754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/stuff.html' title='&quot;Stuff&quot;'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-393199940243652276</id><published>2009-11-23T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:41:19.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrast</title><summary type='text'>Sunrises and sunsets what is so breath taking about them? What is so visually appealing about them? I have had the honor of studying them on the west coast, east coast, and in the midwest of the United States, as well as in the Carribean these past 6 months. What comes to me over and over is the contrast. The light and dark meeting. 

I remember my drawing teachers saying to me "darker...darker..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/393199940243652276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/contrast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/393199940243652276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/393199940243652276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/contrast.html' title='Contrast'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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-7839454783441627004.post-8132347977439862973</id><published>2009-11-22T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:00:45.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief</title><summary type='text'>6 years ago today my 18 year old son Andrew was killed in an auto accident. It has been the most difficult thing I have ever had to deal with in my life. One of the things that has made it easier to talk about it is simply talking about it. On this journey I am on I have met some very awesome people. When sharing my life I have been able to talk about my son dying and the art therapy I did after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/feeds/8132347977439862973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/grief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/8132347977439862973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7839454783441627004/posts/default/8132347977439862973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7jarsofpeanutbutter.blogspot.com/2009/11/grief.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>7 Jars of Peanut Butter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07809301511607154958</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>
