<?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-4187825280681253967</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:22:59.246-07:00</updated><category term='belly dance'/><category term='workshops'/><category term='Performance'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Creativity'/><title type='text'>Smitty's Shoes</title><subtitle type='html'>...A day in the life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-7950262783455329283</id><published>2010-03-10T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:06:21.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly dance'/><title type='text'>Tendu or not Tendu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kera.org/artandseek/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/ballet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://www.kera.org/artandseek/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/ballet.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;image from Texas Ballet Theater myspace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yesterday evening, my day started spiraling downwards just before I got off of work. I wanted to go home, put my head under the covers over my and shut the world out. My thoughts were in a Tug of War&amp;nbsp;with all the inspiration I found earlier and dealing with some work drama that was getting to me. "Go get a slice of Pizza, turn off your phone, get in the bed and dont go to class. There's always go next time." AND "Ok Kandice, you've been waiting and wanting to dance all day and now you want to go home all because of something that happened at work?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am happy to say I did go to Class, 2 classes&amp;nbsp;infact. The first one was "Ballet Orientale". This class covered turns, ballet positions, belly dance and strength work. I learned a new a tip:&amp;nbsp; When going into turn gasp to come up on to your toes then turn. It really worked! The teacher was so sweet too. She introduced herself to me and then introduced me to the class. I was doing a make up in&amp;nbsp;her class because I had few classes that I missed and needed to make them up since this is the last week of the semester. I took the Orientale 2 technique class afterwards which was just as good. I plan to study with her in the future, meaning next week.&amp;nbsp;I will &amp;nbsp;pray the money to register comes from somewhere. I'm&amp;nbsp;glad I didn't give into the negative emotion I was feeling. Just had to give myself time for that moment to pass. I felt so good that even went home and made myself a lovely dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, to not sweating the small stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-7950262783455329283?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7950262783455329283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/tendu-or-not-tendu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7950262783455329283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7950262783455329283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/tendu-or-not-tendu.html' title='Tendu or not Tendu?'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-7009240879098552633</id><published>2010-03-09T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:24:46.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Procrastination, Manifestation &amp; Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_53/114484346309E0nF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_53/114484346309E0nF.jpg" vt="true" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just "sitting" here at my desk going a little crazy. It's so hard for me to just "sit" here. My body wants to get up, dance, move, stretch and create. So this is where I'll be until 5:30pm...here..."sitting". I keep thinking, "When do I take the plunge, when do I trade this office job for a more creative one?". Truth be told I have been saying this for while now,&amp;nbsp; it's getting old and Im not getting any younger. Im like "WTH are you gonna do girl, WHAAAT?!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a talk by Wayne Dyer on Youtube last week and he talked about Manifesting. He says:&amp;nbsp; "Whatever you do, don't tell anybody what is is you want to manifest. Once you tell somebody else, you immediately move into the world of the ego. Then you have to define it and explain it. Manifesting doesn't take place from the world of particles, it takes place from the world of the observer of spirit. Keep the ego out of it as much as possible and the way to do that is to have a relationship between&amp;nbsp;you and God." He goes on to say, "As you think so shall it be. Don't put your thoughts on what you don't want. Put you&amp;nbsp;attention on what is and it will continue to manifest." I have told my friends and family all the things I was going&amp;nbsp;to do and what Wayne said I feel is true "Once you tell someone, you have to define it." And I have defined it, explained it and defended it&amp;nbsp;once the questions start popping up. "What happened to you doing __________?" then I think why did I have to tell anyone anything.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to try to keep what I want to manifest between me and the Creator from now on which means I can't tell you either. You'll just have to hear about it when it comes to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I recently received an email that my dance teacher sent to our group for a little inspiration. It was a performance of "The LXD" aka The Legend of Extraordinary Dancers on TED Talks. I was so blown away&amp;nbsp;by them. The way they "feel" the music is so beautiful, I had goosebumps. They are truly superhuman. I have been watching and studying all of their clips, following them on Twitter and FB. I'm officially a groupie, lol! Just&amp;nbsp;observing their Art in motion has inspired me to dig a little deeper within myself. I started reflecting on&amp;nbsp;my group's performance&amp;nbsp;songs and listening more closely. What do I feel when I hear this instrument or this rhythm, Am I completing certain moves or rushing through them, Am I breathing, Am I present? Another one of my teachers asked the class, just before we began our choreography, "how many people feel like they are giving 100%?". None of us raised our hands. I felt like I was somewhere around 80%, but commited to giving more and after that...I danced.&amp;nbsp; I have just started working with a trainer because I felt my dancer needed more endurance and strength.I do feel much more stronger than I did before I started. My Tribal belly dance classes have been helping in aiding in my posture and strength. It's all about nuturing my dancer inside and out these days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelxd.com/#movie_3"&gt;"The LXD" on TED Talks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light and Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-7009240879098552633?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7009240879098552633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/procrastination-manifestation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7009240879098552633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7009240879098552633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/procrastination-manifestation.html' title='Procrastination, Manifestation &amp; Inspiration'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-8865628211425405547</id><published>2009-09-01T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:41:18.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Bali Spirit festival in Spring 2010&lt;br /&gt;Cruise Vacation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beansie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RB belly dance workshop in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vacay&lt;/span&gt; to Paris&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the "Fall"&lt;br /&gt;Morning Yoga and belly dance practice&lt;br /&gt;Sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;Hosting a chic Eco-Friendly Soiree&lt;br /&gt;Yoga teacher training&lt;br /&gt;Big sister program&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Lavender&lt;br /&gt;Wine&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;Making Soy Candles&lt;br /&gt;Make-up class at Graham Webb&lt;br /&gt;Getting a haircut&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;Working for myself&lt;br /&gt;Laughing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-8865628211425405547?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8865628211425405547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8865628211425405547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8865628211425405547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-7519899660214115227</id><published>2009-05-08T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:45:27.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell UDM 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SgSKBZ8klpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z-K_RJtpKqU/s1600-h/Hula+Kandice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333539615462954642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SgSKBZ8klpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z-K_RJtpKqU/s200/Hula+Kandice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So "Under A Desert Moon 7" is officially over. I didn't think I would be as emotional as I was either. After the curtains closed my eyes watered. I went back into the dressing room and secretly wiped away a few tears. We have been preparing for this show since January and now it's over? I really experienced the show much more than last year. I watched the other dancers from the wings for most of the show too. I am so grateful to have been apart of a beautiful production.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saharabesque&lt;/span&gt; and after that I will be performing my first solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if I want to do traditional or fusion, and what song will I choose and what costume will I wear and where is my shimmy?!  I'm sure this will all come to me soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always try to cram so many things on Fridays. Laundry, house cleaning, hair, yoga, belly dance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mani&lt;/span&gt;. P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;edi&lt;/span&gt;. and facial. Usually this ends somewhere between 1 and 2 am. I am ready to get off of work to tackle some of these tasks and my boss has been yelling at people all day long...I'm so over this day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-7519899660214115227?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7519899660214115227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/farewell-udm-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7519899660214115227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7519899660214115227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/farewell-udm-7.html' title='Farewell UDM 7'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SgSKBZ8klpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/z-K_RJtpKqU/s72-c/Hula+Kandice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-8723598301283710558</id><published>2009-04-30T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:22:19.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-show Incidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/Sfmt5bZKXBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BkVVeCmKsQ8/s1600-h/lost+umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330482836087135250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/Sfmt5bZKXBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BkVVeCmKsQ8/s200/lost+umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big weekend is just hours away and little "things" keep happening to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-last night had to practically run to pick my top from the Tailor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Running late for rehearsal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Misplaced my money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rehearsed with no contacts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-waiting for contacts that I order almost 2 weeks ago to arrive today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-scratched my hand up on something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt; at the Metro Station and it will be raining all weekend long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; late for work today due to a Metro Train malfunction :o(...something is always wrong with dang metro~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now sitting at my desk waiting to start a training class and trying to breathe deeper. With 24 hours I've had I am very tensed and a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aggravated&lt;/span&gt;. I have Tech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt; tonight and tomorrow from 6:00pm-11:00pm at the theater so I need achieve a more Zen state of being so that I can fully engage in what I am about take part in... Four big and beautiful shows! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;In spite&lt;/span&gt; of all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;these minor&lt;/span&gt; incidents, I am still very excited to perform this weekend.  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; things I have to remember are to breathe, not worry to much about the crowd, listen to the music, project on stage, look at the little red light in the back of the theater, smile, be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt;, have fun, not focus on what I look like but mostly what it feels like, honor my teacher and did I say project...project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night after class, I went over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt; house for dinner and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;. Our birthday's are in a couple of weeks and we are trying to make plans to celebrate. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; on some the good times we have had and talk about the more recent not so good experiences we had going out to parties. "I am tired of remembering time", she says and honestly I am too. But it seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we go out it's a dud and we end up back at home early and start "remembering the time" again. So we'll see how the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; celebration goes. I will right back later about my new year and what I would like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;, how I feel in this 28 year old body and how I have grown. Stay tuned....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My contacts just arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish a rainy day just as you would a sunny day. We need rain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. :o)&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/4187825280681253967-8723598301283710558?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8723598301283710558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-show-incidents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8723598301283710558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8723598301283710558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-show-incidents.html' title='Pre-show Incidents'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/Sfmt5bZKXBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BkVVeCmKsQ8/s72-c/lost+umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-2217217211785882487</id><published>2009-04-14T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:16:50.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><title type='text'>No more excuses</title><content type='html'>So lately I have been thinking what will it take for me to paint or create some form of art. I have beads but no tools to actually make something with them. I have paints, brushes and a blank canvas. I have charcoal, paper, several sketch books and loads of books on the creative process so what seems to be the problem? I thought it first started out as being artist block, but now I think I am just avoiding it by making up excuses or keeping myself busy with other things. What happened to the liberating/therapeutic aspect of creating I had when I was younger? Before the all of the judgements"this is good, this is bad, I can't, this is wrong and this is right I would just dive into creating and get lost in it for hours. You can have all of the materials and how to books in the world, but what good are they if you don't use any them. So I have to challenge myself to use whatever supplies I have in my home before spending money on any new ones. It's so easy for me to spend money on new supplies and not use them. This is a habit that I have to give up. Another habit I have to give is trying to get to the finish line before I even begin. Deepak Chopra makes a good point about this in this clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NckPfc0qGAE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NckPfc0qGAE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-2217217211785882487?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2217217211785882487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-more-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/2217217211785882487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/2217217211785882487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-more-excuses.html' title='No more excuses'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-7383898567381740701</id><published>2009-04-07T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:30:40.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly dance'/><title type='text'>Future Workshops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/Sdubswq6_NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0m_EIjVU1dI/s1600-h/rachel_brice_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322018577949850834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/Sdubswq6_NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0m_EIjVU1dI/s200/rachel_brice_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY7R3KpzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y3rl8Nlmj8k/s1600-h/ks%20blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322015528842864434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY7R3KpzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Y3rl8Nlmj8k/s200/ks%2520blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY7Dn6y-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rI7Wlqt3NiM/s1600-h/main_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322015525020814306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY7Dn6y-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rI7Wlqt3NiM/s200/main_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY7IXQtHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-gfKEJZq8Vw/s1600-h/BDNC_Webfront_1.24.09-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322015526293124210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY7IXQtHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-gfKEJZq8Vw/s200/BDNC_Webfront_1.24.09-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY663dQeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xMID8P7uLvQ/s1600-h/2009_mbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322015522670068194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SduY663dQeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xMID8P7uLvQ/s200/2009_mbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a few upcoming Belly Dance workshops that I want to take here and abroad. Gots to save some $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4187825280681253967-7383898567381740701?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7383898567381740701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7383898567381740701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/7383898567381740701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/more.html' title='Future Workshops'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/Sdubswq6_NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0m_EIjVU1dI/s72-c/rachel_brice_bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-8803098667857771699</id><published>2009-04-07T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:35:11.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belly dance'/><title type='text'>Bozenka Workshop and "ohhhh...so that's what that's called?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SdttHt-YVXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/D0FzHC1yBFY/s1600-h/Bozenka.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321967364036121970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SdttHt-YVXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/D0FzHC1yBFY/s200/Bozenka.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over the weekend I took my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bozenka&lt;/span&gt; Workshop @ Joe's Movement Emporium. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bozenka&lt;/span&gt; is beautiful woman and a fabulous dancer who is apart of the Belly Dance Superstars and has her own studio in Miami, FL. When Rachel arrived with her I was extremely nervous and could barely look at her. I was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; it's really her". She was very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite topic she discussed were hands. She taught various hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;circles&lt;/span&gt;, wrist circles, proper stretches for the hands and wrists, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choreographies&lt;/span&gt;, provided great music resources and helpful dance tips. A few tips she gave were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;repetitive&lt;/span&gt; with the dance. &lt;/strong&gt;Just when your audience thinks you are going to do a certain move, fake them out and do something else and then maybe do the move they thought you were about to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't become too predictable: &lt;/strong&gt;For example, Don't dance on every accent in a song. Listen for certain sounds that are hidden in a song and pull them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't switch from mood to mood too quickly. &lt;/strong&gt;Be aware if you are going from happy and bouncy to serious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; too much or too fast. This makes you look like a crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also showed us the "Pelvic Shimmy. You have to be very relaxed to do this and not afraid to let "it" shake. She made it look like this was something she born to do. What you do basically is tilt your pelvis back and forth but very very fast which Bozenka says looks good if your back is facing the audience. So we all gave it a try and I thought "ohhh, that's called a pelvic shimmy in belly dance?". It's interesting how some moves cross over to different syles of dance. The pelvic shimmy is identical to a Jamaican move and a move that I've seen and done in clubs before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bozenka will be back sometime this Summer for more workshops. I would love to visit her&lt;br /&gt;Miami studio before then though. I really want to learn more from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelvic Shimmies...out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-8803098667857771699?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8803098667857771699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/bozenka-workshop-and-ohhhhso-thats-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8803098667857771699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8803098667857771699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/bozenka-workshop-and-ohhhhso-thats-what.html' title='Bozenka Workshop and &quot;ohhhh...so that&apos;s what that&apos;s called?&quot;'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SdttHt-YVXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/D0FzHC1yBFY/s72-c/Bozenka.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-3341586089070484563</id><published>2009-03-30T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:48:01.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance'/><title type='text'>Mind Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://meditationinwales.org/images/dharma%20images/MeditatingHands_Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://meditationinwales.org/images/dharma%20images/MeditatingHands_Color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sitting here at my desk listening to "Yearning", one of my performance songs for the show, and rehearsing in my head. This is such a beautiful and powerful song and every time I listen to it my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accelerates&lt;/span&gt;. My instructor put together a fabulous choreography which compliments the song beautifully. I think one the most important elements for this performance is to really connect with the song, the title is called "Yearning" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. So I had to think about what this word meant and a few things that resonate with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yearning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.) deep longing, esp. when accompanied by tenderness or sadness; desire: a widower's yearning for his wife. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I rehearse this piece I think about the people who I've lost along the journey, love and enlightenment. Have a listen for yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/Qws8rC/music/TmHgIgA_/1raul-ferrando-yearningmp3/"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/Qws8rC/music/TmHgIgA_/1raul-ferrando-yearningmp3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-3341586089070484563?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3341586089070484563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/mind-rehearsal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/3341586089070484563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/3341586089070484563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/mind-rehearsal.html' title='Mind Rehearsal'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-3563797255278181177</id><published>2009-03-26T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:37:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SD Hafla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saharadance/3349792448/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3349792448_f50eec8650_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/saharadance/3349792448/"&gt;IMG_0156&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/saharadance/"&gt;Sahara Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was one of the best Haflas yet! The party was packed 45 mins. after it started and was so hot , literally and figuratively.  I was thinking ,"where did all these people come from?",but very happy with the turn out which meant the community is growning. Yay more friends to shimmy with!  I had a great time dancing with the girls and finally got to see my belly dance guru after months of traveling with BDSS.&lt;br /&gt;SD knows how to party peaches!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-3563797255278181177?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3563797255278181177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/img0156.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/3563797255278181177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/3563797255278181177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/img0156.html' title='SD Hafla'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3554/3349792448_f50eec8650_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-273675428149965663</id><published>2009-03-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:44:47.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haps</title><content type='html'>Okay so it's almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UDM&lt;/span&gt; time again! In 5 weeks I will be back on the big stage this time in two different pieces and performing 4 times! I am very excited, but it seems this show is approaching much faster than the show last year. I still have so many things to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purchase&lt;/span&gt;, make up, diaper pins, lashes, etc. I think this year I am more calme just because I have been practicing...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. While I am at work, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rehearse&lt;/span&gt; in my head with one ear plug in my ear...( step, touch, turn, touch, out, roll down. One two turn.) Also have rehearsed a few times in my classmate's living room along with a few other ladies. Those practices have been very beneficial. Like Chi Chi said "I can assure that all of these efforts pay off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, eyes burning.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go to NY to take the Theatrical Belly Dance workshops&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my hair cut tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Rehearse tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yoga tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wash hair tonight&lt;br /&gt;There aren't enough hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday is all one day&lt;br /&gt;Doing a cart wheel down the hall at work&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;Bills tomorrow $$$&lt;br /&gt;God help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Saharabesque&lt;/span&gt; performance classes and working or purchasing Int. tech and Developing choreography and not working&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;powerball&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love quote:&lt;br /&gt;"love is just another form of suicide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wisdom quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/003536.html"&gt;G. K. Chesterton&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"A woman uses her intelligence to find reasons to support her intuition"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-273675428149965663?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/273675428149965663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-haps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/273675428149965663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/273675428149965663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-haps.html' title='New Haps'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-2752488687795972472</id><published>2008-11-10T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:08:59.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Morning Episode</title><content type='html'>This was another crazy morning of losing my keys and work ID. I always say to myself, "Okay I am putting this here so I will remember where it is"... never works! My ID was in my laundry bag and my keys were in my kitchen cabinet. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crrraaaazzay&lt;/span&gt;! Grabbed my keys and raced up to the Met where I did get the train at a decent time but it stopped between every station as usual! I even get up at the butt-crack-o-dawn and still have this problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-2752488687795972472?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2752488687795972472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-morning-episode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/2752488687795972472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/2752488687795972472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-morning-episode.html' title='Another Morning Episode'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-6739875904360087109</id><published>2008-07-21T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:35:07.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend the Sahara Dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hafla&lt;/span&gt; was off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chainy&lt;/span&gt; chain. I danced in two combos taught by two super talented ladies. Two of my close friends came out to show there support, their hubbies even came along for the ride. They were so impressed with the SD community. Them: "How did you get into this, how did you find the studio?" Me: "Well what had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; was...." . I had so much fun dancing with the girls. I even jumped into the Tribal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt; with Saundra's help. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sauny&lt;/span&gt;: Okay ,NOW turn.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night/weekend was non-stop. Left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hafla&lt;/span&gt; to have Desert with friends at Ocean Air...Yum. Afterwards spent the night at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dupont&lt;/span&gt; Circle Mansion with friends. Woke up Sunday (early) walked to the Market, went on a 2 hour nature walk/hike through Rock Creek Park, ended up in upper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Georgetown&lt;/span&gt; and walked back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dupont&lt;/span&gt; Circle.&lt;br /&gt;Not finished.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Bethesda Country Club to have lunch and SWIM. Back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dupont&lt;/span&gt;, kissed friends good-bye and hitched a ride on the back of Little Isabelle's scooter. Got poured on the whole ride home. The rain was stinging my face and my clothes were soaked. Went t&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Isa's house changed and ran to community yoga at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LuLu&lt;/span&gt;... afterwards HOME.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I went to a Party at "The Park on 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;" with Heat where I met a beautiful being.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, Dinner at Brasserie Beck with good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Khadij&lt;/span&gt; called me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;earrrrly&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. I was so confused and thought I was late for work. Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Khadij&lt;/span&gt;, where have you been is everything okay with you, were you locked up?" Jumped up to catch up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Khadij&lt;/span&gt; over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;, ate breakfast and helped her prepare for mother's arrival from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Morocco&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now...At work a little tired and upset because I left my ear plugs at home! Now I can't listen to any music. This will be a long day. :0(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-6739875904360087109?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6739875904360087109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-weekend-sahara-dance-hafla-was-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/6739875904360087109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/6739875904360087109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-weekend-sahara-dance-hafla-was-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-142282218335202227</id><published>2008-07-09T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:12:16.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Om, like there's no tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SHTGFBKL8OI/AAAAAAAAACo/aEm6gNQ44IM/s1600-h/om_yellow_marblish.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221015657542054114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SHTGFBKL8OI/AAAAAAAAACo/aEm6gNQ44IM/s200/om_yellow_marblish.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday evening I really wanted to practice my yoga in a studio rather than at my usual at home practice so I visited Tranquil Space in Clarendon. I am very familiar with this studio and the owner from just visiting the Hip Tranquil Chick website, listening to their podcast and their Tranquility line is sold at Sahara Dance also. The studio was very nice and a little noisy as it is just above a belly dance studio. The instructor reminded us to stay connected with the breath and tune out all distractions while we sat in mediation. I wanted to get into some chanting which wasn't apart of the class so I did some when I got home. On the walk home, I called a few of the girlies and none of them were available because they are all in love...Cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, I practiced at lulu lemon in Clarendon. Heather was supposed to come with, but had a late night and wasn't able to make it. The class started at 10:00am I jumped up at 9:26am,in the shower, in my gear, grabbed my mat, speed walked a few blocks and arrived at 10:15am. It was so humid! "Shoot, I'm late. I don't want to interrupt when I walk in, maybe I'll just turn around and go home, yeah I'll just go home." I open the door and the room was packed. I found a little space just by the door...and then joined in the flow. It was beautiful! Everyone flowing into one Asana after the other in unison. "We are all one", I thought. We honored our Gurus giving thanks to them and pictured someone that inspired us in the second Bridge pose. I started crying, not boo-hooing, just tears as I started thinking about my Mother, my cousin Terry and few others. The people that have played a role in my journey, that have taken care of me. I held in Bridge Pose for them, offering my practice to them with gratitude. We chanted OM three times to end the practice. I left some Sahara Dance flyers and cards there too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Om Shanti Shanti Shanti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. This weekend I will attend Shakti's Teacher Training information session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the Fall program. Really looking forward to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-142282218335202227?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/142282218335202227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/07/om-like-there-is-no-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/142282218335202227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/142282218335202227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/07/om-like-there-is-no-tomorrow.html' title='Om, like there&apos;s no tomorrow'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SHTGFBKL8OI/AAAAAAAAACo/aEm6gNQ44IM/s72-c/om_yellow_marblish.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-8644513982249393475</id><published>2008-06-30T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:44:19.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance'/><title type='text'>Can't Help But Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SGkJ_sJoBDI/AAAAAAAAACU/MAwqWOt0ERg/s1600-h/UDM+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217712633073370162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SGkJ_sJoBDI/AAAAAAAAACU/MAwqWOt0ERg/s320/UDM+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so on May 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I was in Sahara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dance's&lt;/span&gt; "Under A Desert Moon" show&lt;br /&gt;which was my very first time performing...ever. It was quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Studio and Theatre dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;, good eats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;backstage&lt;/span&gt;, losing my cell phone, earrings and false lashes everyday, nerves, drilling the routine like a mad woman, meeting new friends, taking lots o pictures and thoughts of..."what the heck am I doing"? An added bonus was getting to see the show from the wings. Everyone looked and performed beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday show was on Mother's Day. To cure my nerves, I imagined my mother sitting at the rear of the theatre watching me dance, this made me relaxed and present.&lt;br /&gt;I was honored to dance in the same theatre that The Indigo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Raqs&lt;/span&gt; Sahara performed in.&lt;br /&gt;This show has left me anxious for my next performance. I have even been trying to slide into a few shows since, but no luck...yet.&lt;br /&gt;-Smitty Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SGkIHdB2GuI/AAAAAAAAACE/891XSAM1RsA/s1600-h/UDM+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SGkHyk__-NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ahZYI087ZtY/s1600-h/Realm+untouched+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4187825280681253967-8644513982249393475?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8644513982249393475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-help-but-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8644513982249393475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8644513982249393475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-help-but-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Help But Wait'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SGkJ_sJoBDI/AAAAAAAAACU/MAwqWOt0ERg/s72-c/UDM+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4187825280681253967.post-8014010865246767293</id><published>2008-06-26T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:36:01.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raqs America</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I attended the event Raqs America in Mt. Rainer, MD.&lt;br /&gt;and took workshops with Asharah, Kami Liddle and Sonia &amp;amp; Isaam. I learned some purrty&lt;br /&gt;good stuff too!  I made some new friends also...yay new friends!&lt;br /&gt;The show was crazy! Ebony burned the stage up and brought me to tears!&lt;br /&gt;That was my first time attending a belly dance event so huge. I was so inspired and couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;for my classes to start the following week, I couldn't even sleep because is was so anxious. I wanted to go dancing, but no one was up to it so I danced at home in my new hip scarf for my cat&lt;br /&gt;Asher. I think he enjoyed it ;)&lt;br /&gt;Raq it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4187825280681253967-8014010865246767293?l=kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8014010865246767293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8014010865246767293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4187825280681253967/posts/default/8014010865246767293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kandice-smittysshoes.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Raqs America'/><author><name>Kandice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17768228269546635546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_O5x63xHDY/SrlB_Rh5J1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_NKi64ZAZhM/S220/IMG_3620.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
