<?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-4532323850789553352</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:57:24.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fehrenbox</title><subtitle type='html'>an open lid is key</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-3399948501209040764</id><published>2009-04-25T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:04:45.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Take the Girl Out of WI...</title><content type='html'>you know you are a 'wisconsin-ite' if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;you edge your yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know what a bubbler is. in fact, you thought everyone drank from bubblers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have been to bratfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you only know three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you design your Halloween costumes to fit over a snowsuit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know that Eau Claire is not something you eat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have no problem pronouncing/spelling Milwaukee, Waukesha, Oconomowoc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you consider Madison exotic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't have a coughing fit from one sip of Pabst Blue Ribbon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you were unaware there is a legal drinking age. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you go out for fish fry every Friday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know how to polka. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you think the start of deer season is a national holiday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you've seen mosquitoes with landing lights. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;formal wear is blue jeans &amp;amp; a baseball cap. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you find 0 degrees a little chilly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the "Big Three" means Miller, Old Milwaukee &amp;amp; PBR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you think that Lutheran and Catholics ARE the major religions.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have eaten a cow pie at the State Fair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheese is an important staple in your diet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the "classic" brewers logo will always remain "the logo" (mb baseball mit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you own at least one cheese head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;church is canceled due to a packer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have ever been to State Street in Madison during a protest of something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have drank "white soda" (ie 7Up, Sprite, etc).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have experienced snow storms in April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Packers will always be better than the Vikings, no matter what the standings are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have ever partied at Summerfest, Festa Italiana,German Fest, Irish Fest, Greek Fest...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving is better in the winter because the potholes fill in with snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your idea of foreign culture is listening to Da Yoopers . &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you decided to have a picnic this summer because it fell on a weekend...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Country Kitchen was the place to meet after the party. (or Perkins )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know someone who can use "i suppose" as a sentence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can make sense out of the phrase "a-horse-a-piece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you refer to the Packers as "we." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SfOUlYmwShI/AAAAAAAAARI/NMeTDxJtVEo/s1600-h/PA190955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SfOUlYmwShI/AAAAAAAAARI/NMeTDxJtVEo/s200/PA190955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328766154090498578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but you can't take the WI out of the girl. (can you believe it is my fourth year back?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-3399948501209040764?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3399948501209040764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=3399948501209040764' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/3399948501209040764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/3399948501209040764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-take-girl-out-of-wi.html' title='You Can Take the Girl Out of WI...'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SfOUlYmwShI/AAAAAAAAARI/NMeTDxJtVEo/s72-c/PA190955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-8375983243186311456</id><published>2009-03-19T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:09:36.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/64ejl3a0wxU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/64ejl3a0wxU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... when I think back on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was fast.&lt;br /&gt;I was strong.&lt;br /&gt;I was invincible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the challenge - one day of reliving the glory days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took three minutes on the treadmill to realize I can't run the 7 minute mile pace without training anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took one run in with a goalie to realize I am not as big as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a half a flight of stairs to recognize air is a precious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion... I should pack away the glory days with the pictures and worry about what is in front of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the injuries of reliving the glory days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/ScMdH7SvuxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J30I1O5jYZk/s1600-h/IMG00001.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/ScMdH7SvuxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J30I1O5jYZk/s200/IMG00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124007239924498" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/ScMdX9FGkGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kXaD9t0lZv4/s1600-h/P1010963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/ScMdX9FGkGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kXaD9t0lZv4/s200/P1010963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124282597478498" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/ScMd8D5GR1I/AAAAAAAAARA/aeq2Xhe_1v4/s1600-h/IMG00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/ScMd8D5GR1I/AAAAAAAAARA/aeq2Xhe_1v4/s200/IMG00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124902901466962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-8375983243186311456?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8375983243186311456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=8375983243186311456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/8375983243186311456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/8375983243186311456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/glory-days.html' title='Glory Days'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/ScMdH7SvuxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J30I1O5jYZk/s72-c/IMG00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-2354105022385171370</id><published>2009-02-03T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:21:37.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Funded Earmuffs</title><content type='html'>Bursting through the garage door after a dramatic day of middle school, I was purely disgusted that one person could be treated so unjustly by another. When I repeated the terrible circumstance to my father, in hopes he would throw his arms up in the air in like disgust and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is this world coming to?! That one person could be treated so unjustly by another...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can imagine my great disappointment when all I received was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, that's not the whole story.&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like most situations, it served as a life lesson.&lt;br /&gt;As I have become more involved in taking political responsibility for my beliefs, I have noticed the government sitting at my dinner table, sleeping in my bed, and lounging next to me on the couch while I watch my favorite Sunday night television show. How the products I purchase, the food I eat, and the shows I watch surreptitiously support programs I may not believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media recently reported a story I was involved in on our local nightly news. I tuned in, having spent the day at the event and was not surprised when the information was both manipulated and misrepresented. And how many people are wise enough to stop and say to themselves - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's not the whole story&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not help but wonder what information we are missing, what the world is really like when we take off the earmuffs the government so politely provides. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will we ever hear the whole story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-2354105022385171370?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2354105022385171370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=2354105022385171370' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/2354105022385171370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/2354105022385171370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/government-funded-earmuffs.html' title='Government Funded Earmuffs'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-1869032511526095209</id><published>2009-01-02T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:08:20.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.. Same Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;52%&lt;/span&gt; start confident they will succeed at their resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;12%&lt;/span&gt; achieve their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One would have to be pretty motivated to nuke the New Year's odds. I say - no matter how bad they may be it is always better to have odds... than to be odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SV8JUPOLlzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eKn-wxt8gE4/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SV8JUPOLlzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eKn-wxt8gE4/s200/Photo+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286954730844297010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's hear them - best New Year's Resolutions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///var/folders/DW/DWUsY844HmuTjYeRnLLAm++++TI/-Tmp-/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0xa10240.tmp.geJtwt/Photo%2040.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-1869032511526095209?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1869032511526095209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=1869032511526095209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1869032511526095209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1869032511526095209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-same-odds.html' title='New Year.. Same Odds'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SV8JUPOLlzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eKn-wxt8gE4/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-1381196920756212090</id><published>2008-12-30T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:21:23.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senator Fehrenbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediamouse.org/features/photos/061407-rnc_dnc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 96px;" src="http://www.mediamouse.org/features/photos/061407-rnc_dnc.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No need to be a presidential candidate to do a fact check on those around you - just listen... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What percent of people's statements are false?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speaking with a new found friend regarding a very important topic, I was concerned when the information brought to the table on their behalf was, in fact, not true. How long had this opinion been developing, mind scheming, frustrations building - over something inaccurate? So naturally, I quickly corrected the fallacy and start in on the lecture against letting other people determine your opinions.  And in my moment of haste I was mercilessly humbled. How many tales have I told? How many truths did I stretch? How many 'close enoughs' did I share with others and cause them to walk away fancied by a fib?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank McCourt says it plainly - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you have to study and learn so that you can make up your own mind about history and everything else but you can’t make up an empty mind. Stock your mind. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Senator Fehrenbox - for a fallaciously free world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-1381196920756212090?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1381196920756212090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=1381196920756212090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1381196920756212090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1381196920756212090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/senator-fehrenbox.html' title='Senator Fehrenbox'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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-4532323850789553352.post-2525668283867716660</id><published>2008-12-27T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:03:19.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plodding Pandora</title><content type='html'>M-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i.&lt;br /&gt;This great state we learned to spell so many years ago presents us today with a perplexing paradox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1 Lowest per capita income&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1 Highest charitable donations per capita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it that the poorest people give the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to sort out this contradiction, one suggested it is because they themselves experience the need for charity and therefore understand its necessity, resulting in their monetary support.&lt;br /&gt;This spun a web of thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As middle class citizens if we do not eat three healthy meals a day, it is our own fault. We drive our cars to work, consume ourselves with topics of choice, watch our entertaining television shows, and sleep in our warm beds. In our daily lives we may not experience hunger, abuse, third trimester abortions, child trafficking, mental illness, loneliness... we may even ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;To the homeless on the street we say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;they should get a job, i worked hard for my money&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;To the lives lost at abortion clinics we say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;i would never do something like that&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;To those who have no one to share Christmas with we say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I have two families to see and a turkey to cook, I can't possibly spare 30 minutes&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps our greatest fault is we are afraid to open Pandora's box. We are afraid to see what evils are in this world. Because if we don't see them, they may not exist. If they do exist, we may be responsible to do something about it - how can we truly live knowing that others suffer injustices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were exposed to those same injustices, would we respond similarly as our fellow Mississippians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maybe Pandora was on to something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-2525668283867716660?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2525668283867716660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=2525668283867716660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/2525668283867716660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/2525668283867716660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/plodding-pandora.html' title='Plodding Pandora'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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-4532323850789553352.post-1962291860935232340</id><published>2008-12-15T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:39:16.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love/Hate Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44309000/jpg/_44309013_snow_tables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 152px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44309000/jpg/_44309013_snow_tables.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;For those who have justly experienced Madison, you will recognize the snow-smothered terrace tables overlooking lake Mendota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some this picture brings anxiety and fear. For others, relief; they do not have to de-ice the car, bundle the face, or chapstick the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet for others in mind, it brings excitement and joy and a world of activities the summer just cannot offer. Such as kite flying on a frozen lake, snow shoeing, cross country skiing, chili cook-offs, ice fishing, tea in front of a fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found no middle ground. People either love the winter, or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in a love or hate relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who experience both extremes within the season are perhaps distracted at first. The beautiful first fallen snow, the 4WD adventures, the stimulation of a new season, the anticipation of holidays the snow brings with it. Does this love endure? Or do the countless car-thaws, ice falls, wind-chills below zero, and frozen gasoline tanks turn us quickly into the greenest grinch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-1962291860935232340?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1962291860935232340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=1962291860935232340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1962291860935232340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1962291860935232340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovehate-relationship.html' title='A Love/Hate Relationship'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-8401609056223535219</id><published>2008-11-30T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:49:35.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adult Child</title><content type='html'>There are a few difficult stages in life I am aware of and will try my hardest to prevent total self-destruction.  Those times when you stop and say - Who Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life post college, entering your vocation, empty nesting, retirement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest growing pain is... the Adult Child.  A delicate mix of desiring to make decisions on your own, yet battling the opinions and guidance of the people who have parented you for the past 20+ years. Unfortunately they do not have an 'off' switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of it is, no matter how hard we try to break away, to develop our own thoughts, to make our own decisions, to pave our own paths, we are a product of our childhood. We are brainwashed, biased, and bonded to our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trimming (painting) the ceiling of a friend's house, my father sat on my shoulder, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow down! Haste makes waste, Kate..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While considering the productivity of my day and whether the laundry should get done that afternoon, my mother whispered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe tomorrow..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While embarking on a trip to the airport to pick up a friend after dark, my father made his way to my ears, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buckle up, watch for deer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most consider insanity when voices enter their minds, there is comfort in knowing I am most likely not the only one - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what do you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-8401609056223535219?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8401609056223535219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=8401609056223535219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/8401609056223535219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/8401609056223535219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/11/adult-child.html' title='The Adult Child'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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-4532323850789553352.post-5707554797882663028</id><published>2008-11-23T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:14:22.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>525,600... decisions</title><content type='html'>Everyday we make an incalculable number of decisions, and we have become experts at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honey nut cheerios or regular?&lt;br /&gt;blue shirt or gray?&lt;br /&gt;shower or snooze button?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every so often we find ourselves presented with a decision of great impact and our rhythmic decision making tactics are launched out the window and time stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;peace corps or business school?&lt;br /&gt;job A or job B?&lt;br /&gt;mr(s). right or mr(s). almost right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although we are never really sure of the outcome of the path we did not choose, we are mostly relieved when we are content with the one we did choose.&lt;br /&gt;How many decisions in our life, like the decisions above, are good vs. better? We often are forced to choose between two appealing paths, otherwise what effort would a decision take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where some may say, win/win - look at it again... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;why choose good when you could have better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better&lt;/span&gt; takes sacrifice, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better&lt;/span&gt; takes patience, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better&lt;/span&gt; takes you outside comforts. And perhaps that scares us into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;. It is important to analyze our decisions to ensure we are not settling for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; - and if not today, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when time does start again, there is no day but today... or life is yours to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-5707554797882663028?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5707554797882663028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=5707554797882663028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/5707554797882663028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/5707554797882663028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/11/525600-decisions.html' title='525,600... decisions'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-4013541385883522474</id><published>2008-11-10T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:37:01.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>102... And Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth "Libby" Tresp - November 13, 1906&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SRkRd0E6IxI/AAAAAAAAANo/8ywas93GZF8/s1600-h/P5060348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SRkRd0E6IxI/AAAAAAAAANo/8ywas93GZF8/s320/P5060348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267260443079615250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swallow this:&lt;br /&gt;Life Expectancy - 47 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wars/Battles - WWI, II, Cold War, Korean, Vietnam, Stalingrad, D-Day, Pearl Harbor, Cuban Missle Crisis, Iraq, Pakistan, Desert Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threatening Diseases - Polio, Tuberculosis, Smallpox, Pneumonia, Influenza, HIV, Cancer, Heart Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like - Adolf Hitler, Winston Churchill, Mohandas Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Picasso, Babe Ruth, Al Capone, Bonnie and Clyde, Amelia Earhart, Anne Frank, Henry Ford...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Depression - Nuclear Weapons - Establishment of 5 US States - Communist China - Landing on the Moon - The Transistor (and all that is computers) - Internet - Plastic - Haley's Comet (twice) - Parachutes - Titanic - Crossword puzzles - Grocery Stores - Daylight Savings - Commercial Radio Broadcast - Women Gain Right to Vote - Prohibition - King Tut's Tomb - Talking Movies - Winnie the Pooh - Bubble Gum - Mickey Mouse - Sliced Bread (not a joke) - Dictionary - Pluto - Air Conditioning - Splitting an Atom - FDRs New Deal - Monopoly - The Hoover Dam - The Panama Canal - Manhattan Project - Mount Rushmore - T-shirt - Microwave - Hiroshima and Nagasaki - Flight around the World - Color TV - Disneyworld - Sputnik - McDonalds - Velcro - Berlin Wall - Olympic Games - Oklahoma City Bombing - Mt. Saint Helens - Y2K......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And she always tells me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If we would all just take responsibility for ourselves, where would this world be? Yet we can't even do that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so simple? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you taking honest responsibility (integrity) for yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-4013541385883522474?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4013541385883522474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=4013541385883522474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4013541385883522474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4013541385883522474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/11/102-and-counting_3359.html' title='102... And Counting'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SRkRd0E6IxI/AAAAAAAAANo/8ywas93GZF8/s72-c/P5060348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-7454092319404094375</id><published>2008-11-10T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:26:27.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ask for help you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You'll have to answer to your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-billy joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is full of pressures. It amazes me how much stress our bodies can handle (let's not get into all the social, financial, and workplace pressure there is). What is most curious is we create unnecessary pressures on ourselves, and in turn isolate ourselves from others. Is Billy on to something here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We perceive others' expectations of us and place them on ourselves.  We judge ourselves according to those standards and avoid them before they can judge us.  And you bet we come with creative excuses for why - or why not. It is exhausting to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worth is defined by my salary - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I need to dress a certain way to portray an image - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am not living the way my parents want me to, therefore they are not proud of me - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do we do this to ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to childhood was never appealing, but perhaps there are times we all wish to escape from the world in our minds and the pressures we create and be a lost boy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-7454092319404094375?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7454092319404094375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=7454092319404094375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/7454092319404094375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/7454092319404094375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/11/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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-4532323850789553352.post-4240202945877204346</id><published>2008-11-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:23:21.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasik Living</title><content type='html'>One of my earlier memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I returned to my first grade classroom to find a small pink, teddy-bear printed case on my desk. My heart pounded with excitement, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Sealing my ownership to this object, my mother's handwriting in black sharpie fashioned - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KATELIN F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SQ51ABPPT5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/uTvfb_2y5Oc/s1600-h/PB020951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SQ51ABPPT5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/uTvfb_2y5Oc/s320/PB020951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264273657635491730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to seeing half way across the state, these rosy colored glasses provided me with a vision of a world of wonder, imagination, and enchantment. It would be 17 years before the 6 year old would take off her rosy colored glasses and live in the Lasik world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long are we willing to wait before we choose to see clearly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The truth is not afraid of your questions, the question is - are you afraid of the truth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend our lives with these enormous glasses on - conforming truth to fit what we feel our needs and desires are. It is only fitting that with our changing needs, desires, experiences - our redefined truth changes as well. It is the vicious cycle of worsening vision and the need for thicker lenses, making it even more difficult to see/accept the actual truth.&lt;br /&gt;When will we gain the courage and choose to free ourselves of these glasses, sharpen our vision by conforming our life to the truth, literally change the shape of your cornea and you will see better than you have ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like 20/15 vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-4240202945877204346?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4240202945877204346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=4240202945877204346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4240202945877204346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4240202945877204346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/11/lasik-living.html' title='Lasik Living'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SQ51ABPPT5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/uTvfb_2y5Oc/s72-c/PB020951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-2522966765643286644</id><published>2008-10-31T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:56:04.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjà Vu?</title><content type='html'>A smell, a familiar feeling, another lifetime - or are we just moving in circles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/2177586497_2d277e43f6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 136px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/2177586497_2d277e43f6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hollywood - celebrities of today look to yesterday to find what is glamorous, chic, classy, and stunning. The wheel of fashion has always spun round despite any desperate attempt to keep particular items from resurfacing.  A few months ago it would have been going too far to predict The New Kids on the Block would regroup... but that wheel never fails to surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Postman - The friendly postman's greatest fear was always the vicious dog. Or now, is it the raising gas prices? Is it interesting to see more postmen parking their post-mobiles and walking from house to house, or is that a familiar Leave It To Beaver rerun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedieline.com/blog/images/2008/05/14/shatto_bttls_pure_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 101px;" src="http://www.thedieline.com/blog/images/2008/05/14/shatto_bttls_pure_img.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glass bottles - I enjoy my father's stories of growing up with eight children in the house and every week having the milkman deliver milk on their back step in glass bottles. Is it so far from his reality that I have replaced the plastic gallon of milk in my own fridge with the trendy and oh-so-healthier glass jar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think the more we find out about the world (and perhaps ourselves), the more we look for resolution in the way things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used to be&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What else should we expect to come full (or even half/partial) circle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-2522966765643286644?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2522966765643286644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=2522966765643286644' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/2522966765643286644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/2522966765643286644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/10/dj-vu.html' title='Déjà Vu?'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-1344950990488340339</id><published>2008-10-15T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:58:14.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pass the Salt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Food is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Without it we would be... well, malnourished and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;When planning meals, we begin with the main dish - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chicken or steak&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;veggies or fish&lt;/span&gt;? Couple that with a side dish - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arugula or asparagus&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salad or potatoes&lt;/span&gt;? A delicious beverage - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water or milk&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;red or white&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we plan the meal will need salt, or is it a result of a disaster? Are you one of those who salts everything before even tasting? (do me a favor and check your blood pressure...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt is the ultimate seasoning and preservative! Veggies too bland? *shake *shake - BAM! Deliciousness. So this magic shaker got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often are we planning the main dish; looking for the next big thing in our lives? Do we take the time to enjoy the salty moments, the smallest yet tastiest daily interactions that make us sigh in delight?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   ...What is the salt of our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to share a few of my more saltier moments:&lt;br /&gt;quotes on tea bags, fall colors, the clipping sound my shoes make on my bike, a whistling tea kettle, a full tank of gas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbEThwn_fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kHw6k2WMsFk/s1600-h/PA150913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbEThwn_fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kHw6k2WMsFk/s320/PA150913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257605454760508914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbEgTPjJQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CtALDZ5B3Hs/s1600-h/PA090925.JPG"&gt;       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbEgTPjJQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CtALDZ5B3Hs/s320/PA090925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257605674201982210" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbEqlXNXZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G1o-iXQwO0s/s1600-h/PA050954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbEqlXNXZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/G1o-iXQwO0s/s320/PA050954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257605850864639378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbE48ulRcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zYqdcX0GiWI/s1600-h/PA141038.JPG"&gt;      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbE48ulRcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zYqdcX0GiWI/s320/PA141038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257606097654859202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Who knew there could be so many joy filled moments? When i stopped to taste the salt, I realized how plentiful it is. All these salty splendors made for quite a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I say... Please Pass the Salt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-1344950990488340339?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1344950990488340339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=1344950990488340339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1344950990488340339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1344950990488340339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-pass-salt.html' title='Please Pass the Salt!'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SPbEThwn_fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kHw6k2WMsFk/s72-c/PA150913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-4897871944151223299</id><published>2008-09-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:16:58.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany (God Bless You!)</title><content type='html'>Like sneezes, epiphanies seem to sneak up and hit me. Sometimes they are enjoyable, sometimes a bit messy! Ultimately, we need to have the same reaction to epiphanies as we do sneezes - and if you are one of those people who sneezes seven times in a row, God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epiphany #1 - My parents are not perfect?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, I know. Are they not stunning?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SOBL3RDI02I/AAAAAAAAADA/zEMM3v5ving/s1600-h/P4110081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SOBL3RDI02I/AAAAAAAAADA/zEMM3v5ving/s320/P4110081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251280578355450722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They raised my siblings and me with positive self-esteem, confidence, morals, plenty of Lucky Charms, and Spaghetti O's. The oh-so-typical American family I would not trade for the world.&lt;br /&gt;It was not until I began to think for myself that I realized I would handle situations differently than they did. In the moment of realizing my parents are people - with struggles, biases, stubbornness, bad hair days, and stains on their clothes - I found friends. My parents went from perfect parents, to imperfect treasures. They are a wealth of wisdom, strength, support, and love. It is not a negative realization, rather an amazing opportunity to learn more about each as individuals and learn to love them in new, more real ways. - God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epiphany #2 - There are immature adults?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficult member during group projects...&lt;br /&gt;The judgmental high school girls...&lt;br /&gt;The kid who always asked what grade you got on the test...&lt;br /&gt;The cheaters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yup!&lt;/span&gt; In the workplace, through mutual friends, or at the grocery store, these groundhogs pop in and out of your life. I was amazed to discover after leaving college that I did not leave these stereotypical personalities behind. Upon receiving a diploma, did we not also receive common sense? A bit more wisdom? Some compassion? Self-motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope!&lt;/span&gt; Instead we are given the great opportunity to perfect ourselves in the way we deal with these characters. To all those people who provide me with this opportunity - God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epiphany #3 - Work to Live or Live to Work?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a hotel room in Orlando, Florida I was notified my mother's cancer was inoperable and not curable. I had another day and an entire flight home to determine whether my 60+ hr/wk job and weekly travel was worth the sacrifices I had made in my life:&lt;br /&gt;- My family relationships&lt;br /&gt;- My spirituality&lt;br /&gt;- My friendships&lt;br /&gt;- Community Involvement&lt;br /&gt;- Travel&lt;br /&gt;My perspective changed from desiring the satisfaction of a prominent and successful career to desiring a well-rounded, enriched life. Success could no longer be defined by salary - how often do we try to force the triangle to fit inside the square before giving in? Success is my level of happiness - I work to live and for those who do the same - God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What epiphanies do we receive throughout life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with three, although there are many more. You may have learned the same lesson at an older or younger age. You may have yet to learn the above. What are your favorite epiphanies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How do they change our perspectives, and lifestyles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say each epiphany has increased my understanding of the world. Some may say I lead a sheltered life but I believe, regardless of the great American childhood, you are bound to open your eyes - is it not interesting that we close our eyes even tighter right before we sneeze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-4897871944151223299?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4897871944151223299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=4897871944151223299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4897871944151223299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4897871944151223299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/09/epiphany-god-bless-you.html' title='Epiphany (God Bless You!)'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SOBL3RDI02I/AAAAAAAAADA/zEMM3v5ving/s72-c/P4110081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-1257050203983423277</id><published>2008-09-15T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:20:10.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves Me... if?</title><content type='html'>During a walk, I picked up a beautiful fall flower and, to rekindle pastimes, I picked the first petal... He Loves Me! With the second petal, I could not help but wonder... He Loves Me Not?! Thus began a frenzy of thought - what would it take for me to lose someone's love? Better yet, what conditions do I place on other people - He Loves Me... if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SM7C8Fe-Y2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_etmzcfN9uE/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SM7C8Fe-Y2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_etmzcfN9uE/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246344953453241186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki-nition - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unconditional Love:&lt;/span&gt; to love someone regardless of his or her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actions&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;action:&lt;/span&gt; something done or performed; an act that is consciously willed (mental or physical); effect or influence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belief:&lt;/span&gt; an opinion or conviction; confidence in truth or existence of something not immediately susceptible to rigorous proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many relationships in our lives - siblings, parents, friends, spouses, boy/girlfriends, teachers, students, coworkers, bosses, coaches, teammates, therapists, religious leaders, strangers...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all of these relationships deserve unconditional love - do any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glace we immediately jump to the spouse as a relationship deserving of unconditional love. However there are actions some of us may justify as grounds for ending that relationship - are we really loving unconditionally...  At what point in relationships do we turn the switch from conditional to unconditional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What conditions do we place on love (any relationship)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves Me... if I love back&lt;br /&gt;Loves Me Not... if I do not share political views&lt;br /&gt;Loves Me... if I call to keep in touch monthly&lt;br /&gt;Loves Me Not... if I hang out with their enemies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-1257050203983423277?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1257050203983423277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=1257050203983423277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1257050203983423277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/1257050203983423277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-loves-me-if.html' title='He Loves Me... if?'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SM7C8Fe-Y2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_etmzcfN9uE/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-7344266028037568376</id><published>2008-09-11T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:15:56.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dogs go to Heaven?</title><content type='html'>You may think I am keeping it light, but I have found people are passionate about their pets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are pets capable of loving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people love their pets, but do pets love in return? They are beings capable of great obedience and affection - in some ways we as humans could take some lessons! However, what would differentiate humans from other beings if not - love? If we are the only species capable of exchanging love, are we kidding ourselves with pets, or do we understand they are a means of affection and therefore are fulfilling in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do all dogs go to heaven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Will we see our pets in heaven and live with them eternally? Many people feel their pets are a member of the family - some pets lasting over a decade. If they have such a great stake in our family memories, perhaps a place at the dinner table (or under the dinner table), do they have a place by our side in heaven, too?   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-7344266028037568376?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7344266028037568376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=7344266028037568376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/7344266028037568376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/7344266028037568376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-dogs-go-to-heaven.html' title='All Dogs go to Heaven?'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4532323850789553352.post-4162552304097268494</id><published>2008-09-11T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:24:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking outside the box...</title><content type='html'>We are defined, biased beings; whether it be traditions, religions, political affiliations, or regional cultures. We hold opinions in everything important to us - and what is important differs as much as our opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continually impressed and amazed by how we choose to think - yes, it is definitely a choice. Are you open to understanding where others have come from, or do you pass judgment too quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SNAHykM7DJI/AAAAAAAAACw/2zt6Bu_4HNU/s1600-h/boximage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SNAHykM7DJI/AAAAAAAAACw/2zt6Bu_4HNU/s320/boximage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246702131179359378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the box of ideas, opinions, and understanding. No question is meant to offend, merely provide new, respectful perspectives. It's - The Fehrenbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4532323850789553352-4162552304097268494?l=thefehrenbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4162552304097268494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4532323850789553352&amp;postID=4162552304097268494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4162552304097268494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4532323850789553352/posts/default/4162552304097268494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefehrenbox.blogspot.com/2008/09/thinking-outside-box.html' title='Thinking outside the box...'/><author><name>katelin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17895379083094002077</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/_BhsMNfSI0Jk/SNAHykM7DJI/AAAAAAAAACw/2zt6Bu_4HNU/s72-c/boximage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
