<?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-3378660906157766831</id><updated>2011-09-30T12:38:08.089-04:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='ethics'/><category term='Sonduk'/><category term='Constance'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='diaphram'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='death'/><category term='loss'/><category term='Peony Seeks'/><category term='George Washington'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Toulouse-Lautrec'/><category term='poll'/><category term='Cosa Nostra'/><category term='concubator'/><category term='righteous'/><category term='prison'/><category term='Stephen Hawking'/><category term='Hell'/><category term='Angola'/><category term='The Glutton'/><category term='Crusaders'/><category term='society'/><category term='tears'/><category term='t.v.'/><category term='Burgundy Hill Farm'/><category term='Projectiles'/><category term='Fame'/><category term='La Goulue'/><category term='William F. Buckley'/><category term='swashbuckling'/><category term='constitution'/><category term='Artemisia'/><category term='choice'/><category term='creation'/><category term='God'/><category term='brother'/><category term='abuse'/><category term='universe'/><category term='heart'/><category term='wild women'/><category term='Agnodice'/><category term='triumph'/><category term='Bitterness'/><category term='atheists'/><category term='church'/><category term='belief'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='orphan'/><category term='Fate'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='Parent'/><category term='hearbreak'/><category term='pirate'/><category term='love'/><category term='Athens'/><category term='Korea'/><category term='Sultana'/><category term='Vincent Van Gogh'/><category term='conundrum'/><category term='situation ethics'/><category term='Prince Whipple'/><category term='cloning'/><category term='Mafia'/><category term='Cain'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='keeper'/><category term='Falling Leaves'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='organized religion'/><category term='uppity women'/><category term='theif'/><category term='Angela&apos;s Ashes'/><category term='queen Elizabeth'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='spy'/><category term='Pig Scramble'/><category term='Spray of Pearls'/><category term='successful'/><category term='soul'/><category term='tolerance'/><category term='Tower of Moon and Stars'/><category term='Louise Weber'/><category term='Country Fair'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='promotion'/><category term='Heavy Metal'/><category term='gynecology'/><category term='children'/><category term='crook'/><category term='intolerance'/><category term='apology'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Abel'/><category term='Persia'/><category term='Oddities'/><category term='War'/><category term='cloned'/><category term='Frederick II'/><category term='question'/><category term='life'/><category term='Shajar al Durr'/><category term='clone'/><category term='Howard Pyle'/><category term='Queen'/><category term='Adeline Yen Mah'/><category term='Rosy the Riveter'/><category term='christians'/><category term='african queen'/><category term='mosque'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Sicily'/><category term='jail'/><category term='Slave'/><category term='Xerxes'/><category term='blacksmith'/><category term='Lady'/><category term='Circle'/><title type='text'>Mainely Mary</title><subtitle type='html'>Simply put - I live in Maine and my name is Mary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-8380187395358956989</id><published>2011-09-28T13:43:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:38:08.169-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonduk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tower of Moon and Stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peony Seeks'/><title type='text'>What Does Astronomy and Peony Seeds Have In Common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKrSs6wKcTQ/ToXuqy6GP1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KDhZk6rN8d8/s1600/Tower%2Bof%2Bmoon%2Band%2Bstars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658190925848264530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKrSs6wKcTQ/ToXuqy6GP1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KDhZk6rN8d8/s320/Tower%2Bof%2Bmoon%2Band%2Bstars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Taken from "Uppity Women of Medieval Times" by Vicki Leon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seventh century was a tumultuous time in history especially in Korea - Full of battles, fights and blood - but there was a bright shining star that was equal to the task of ruling a great country wisely.  Back then Korea was made up of several kingdoms and the kingdom of Silla was blessed with a woman of remarkable talents Queen Sonduk.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Legend has it that at the age of seven, her intelligence was revealed when her father, the King  received a gift of peony seeds with an accompanying painting of a peony from China - little princess Sonduck said"Too bad the flower doesn't smell pretty".  When her father asked how she know that, she said "If the flower smelled pretty there would be butterflies and bees around the flower in the painting".  Her Dad was so impressed that he made her his heir to the kingdom of Silla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Queen Sonduk ruled her kingdom for 14 years managing to keep it running smoothly and also encouraging intellectual pursuits and broadening the exchange of ideas with neighboring countries.  In fact Sonduk built the first observatory in the Far East, known today as the Tower of the Moon and Stars.  The tower still stands in Kyongju, South Korea, the capital city of the ancient kingdom of Silla.&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/3378660906157766831-8380187395358956989?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8380187395358956989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8380187395358956989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8380187395358956989'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKrSs6wKcTQ/ToXuqy6GP1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KDhZk6rN8d8/s72-c/Tower%2Bof%2Bmoon%2Band%2Bstars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-8906199349445695021</id><published>2011-09-02T15:54:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:05:55.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pig Scramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>5 Steps To Catch A Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKlniiV-kps/TmE55rfj74I/AAAAAAAAALA/sbASs9yLGu4/s1600/100_5077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 147px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647859070789742466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKlniiV-kps/TmE55rfj74I/AAAAAAAAALA/sbASs9yLGu4/s320/100_5077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently went to a small local country fair - the kind of country fair that you think your grandparents might have attended years ago - full of farmers and animals and nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Fun we had!!!  We watched horse pulling, oxen pulling,  cow judging, etc.  We looked at giant pumpkins, newly hatched chicks, quilts and jams.  We ate all sorts of good, gooey, fattening stuff.    But the highlight had to be the Pig Scramble.   "What is that" you ask??  Well, it begins by lots and lots of moms, dads, uncles, aunts and grandparents gathered around an enclosed &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corral&lt;/font&gt; ( we had to really elbow our way up to the fence to watch).   Then you gather a group of 8 year old children in the center of the &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corral&lt;/font&gt;.  Each one is given a burlap bag.   At the sound of a bell - a box in the middle of the &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corral&lt;/font&gt; is opened and out runs a bunch of little piglets.   The children begin chasing the piglets, the audience begins to shout and cheer and the &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squeals&lt;/font&gt; from the piglets only matches the &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squeals&lt;/font&gt; from the kids.   &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pandemonium&lt;/font&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was amazing was that some of the kids actually were able to catch some of the little pink wiggly creatures - but the prize is that they get to keep the pig and come next Easter - guess what's for dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are the 5 steps to catch a pig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  1) Get an 8 year old child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 2) Get a pink squealing baby pig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3) Hand the child a burlap bag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Get out of the way and finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 5) Go to the grocery store and buy a ham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3378660906157766831-8906199349445695021?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8906199349445695021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8906199349445695021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8906199349445695021'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKlniiV-kps/TmE55rfj74I/AAAAAAAAALA/sbASs9yLGu4/s72-c/100_5077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-2229800318964690932</id><published>2011-08-09T20:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:25:34.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concubator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angola'/><title type='text'>How Many Concubators Is One Too Many?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw3Sdjx4srA/TkKPmrd8mPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S0JKC-JfLyo/s1600/100_4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639227578087414002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw3Sdjx4srA/TkKPmrd8mPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S0JKC-JfLyo/s320/100_4929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(From "Uppity Women of Medieval Times" by Vicki Leon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the 1600's, Nzinga Mbande apparently was not troubled with such petty thoughts - she had at least 50. Oh - a concubator was the male equivalent of the more familiar concubine or palace mistress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, Nzinga was the kings's sister and in charge of top level negotiations between her country of Ndongo (known today as Angola) and Portugal. They wanted slaves and she had plenty of them. Once, the Portuguese brought Nzinga to where their governor was seated but neglected to put out a chair for her (hoping to humiliate her). Not to be outdone - she ordered one of her slaves to get on her hands and knees ; sitting on the back of her "chair" she conducted business all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When her brother the king died, Nzinga became queen. Not wanting to deal with women, Portugal broke the peace treaty between their two countries. So Nzinga called up an army of women and men to fight against their enemy. She and her two sisters were to lead their army while dressed in matching animal skins. They fought the Portuguese until the late 1650's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great African Queen until the end, Nzinga lived well into her 80's and her expoits are still told in the history books of Angolan school children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My question to you gentle readers - How many concubators is one too many?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-2229800318964690932?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/2229800318964690932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-many-concubators-is-one-too-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/2229800318964690932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/2229800318964690932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-many-concubators-is-one-too-many.html' title='How Many Concubators Is One Too Many?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw3Sdjx4srA/TkKPmrd8mPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S0JKC-JfLyo/s72-c/100_4929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-7573856081993296714</id><published>2011-07-09T20:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:17:04.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burgundy Hill Farm'/><title type='text'>Can a Color Follow You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BZZLtO9R4g/ThyA73U_iaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dDsY0M1g7u4/s1600/100_3188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515400258914722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BZZLtO9R4g/ThyA73U_iaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dDsY0M1g7u4/s320/100_3188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found a place that just seems "right" to you - a place that you know you belong even though you have never been there before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I felt when we were looking for a place to settle in Maine and we stopped in this little town. I was standing in the parking lot of the town library located in an old house - it was gently snowing. I felt at home and secretly said to myself - "This is where I want to live".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did indeed settle in that little town. It felt so right. One day while driving out of town we passed a big farmers field at the top of a hill - I turned to look at it and see a sign posted on the fence . .. it said "Burgundy Hill Farm". A chill went down my spine and it confirmed what I already knew - that I was home. You see, when I was growing up in a new suburb in Virginia, we children would walk through the woods in the winter time dragging our sleds. We were going to a big hill on the other side of the woods to go sledding. The hill was part of a big old farm, you guessed it, called Burgundy Hill Farm. Our new subdivision was called Burgundy Village since it was built on land that used to belong to the farm. Such wonderful memories of going sledding at night on that hill with a big bonfire at the top to warm ourselves and have hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had come full circle from a memory far away to a small town in Maine back to Burgundy Hill Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle reader - have you ever had a similar experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-7573856081993296714?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7573856081993296714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-color-follow-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7573856081993296714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7573856081993296714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-color-follow-you.html' title='Can a Color Follow You?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BZZLtO9R4g/ThyA73U_iaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dDsY0M1g7u4/s72-c/100_3188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-809696952259406218</id><published>2011-06-22T16:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:12:08.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusaders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shajar al Durr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sultana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spray of Pearls'/><title type='text'>"Spray of Pearls" saves the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEUX7cljlxQ/TgNzyWQ9PfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p_tWrfavmjA/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEUX7cljlxQ/TgNzyWQ9PfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p_tWrfavmjA/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621464068695866866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "Uppity Women of Medieval Times" by Vicki Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Crusader armies from France were headed to Egypt in 1249 - things looked bad for the Egyptians - not the least of which was that the Sultan had just died in his wife's tent. What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Shajar al Durr (Spray of Pearls), the wife came up with an ingenious idea. She told only 2 close advisers about her husband's untimely death and instead began issuing bulletins and orders "signed" by the Sultan each day. The Egyptians rose to the occasion, thinking their fearless leader was still in charge, and the Crusaders were sent packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After killing off the heir apparent to her husband - sweet little Shajar al Durr became the Sultana and ruled for 7 years. She was later forced to marry and step aside from her office. Not one to take retirement easily, she had her husband killed but unfortunately  by this time the tide had turned against her and she met the same fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but what a woman!! Beautiful, intelligent and ambitious in a culture and at a time in history when women were hidden from view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-809696952259406218?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/809696952259406218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/06/spray-of-pearls-saves-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/809696952259406218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/809696952259406218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/06/spray-of-pearls-saves-day.html' title='&quot;Spray of Pearls&quot; saves the day!'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kEUX7cljlxQ/TgNzyWQ9PfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/p_tWrfavmjA/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-8668231908066179499</id><published>2011-05-31T13:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:41:49.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oddities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projectiles'/><title type='text'>Odd Hobbies - Flaming Toilet Projectiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BBYzlh-L4/TeUoTJl8vxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kAbMlosWMqo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BBYzlh-L4/TeUoTJl8vxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kAbMlosWMqo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612936820044906258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "The 176 Stupidest Things Ever Done" by Ross and Kathryn Petras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Two men in England during the year 1988, invented a machine that threw gasoline soaked toilets at country fairs.  The local paper ran an article about the ingenious contraptions with the headline "THOSE MAGNIFICENT MEN AND THEIR FLAMING LATRINES".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The cousin of these enterprising men, thought that if his cousins could make money flinging toilets - then why not build something bigger that could fling even larger things!  So a 60 foot tall medieval siege engine was constructed and the flinging began.  Dead pigs, dead horses, even pianos were thrown.  It was found that dead pigs went the farthest - 175 yards.  But the novelty quickly wore off - fortunately before the inventor was to put his next idea into practice - that of flinging live human beings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-8668231908066179499?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8668231908066179499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/05/odd-hobbies-flaming-toilet-projectiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8668231908066179499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8668231908066179499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/05/odd-hobbies-flaming-toilet-projectiles.html' title='Odd Hobbies - Flaming Toilet Projectiles'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BBYzlh-L4/TeUoTJl8vxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kAbMlosWMqo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-9056230647739561625</id><published>2011-05-14T07:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:15:47.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince Whipple'/><title type='text'>Who Is The Black Man In The Boat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9rx2UB3gp8/Tc5x7nc9eZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p5cX_CuOSi8/s1600/washington%2Bcrossing%2Bthe%2Bdelaware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9rx2UB3gp8/Tc5x7nc9eZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p5cX_CuOSi8/s320/washington%2Bcrossing%2Bthe%2Bdelaware.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606543855139518866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born  about 1750 in Amabou, Africa to wealthy parents, Prince Whipple was sent to America with his brother Coffe (or cousin) to get a good education. Unfortunately, the sea captain was a scoundrel and sold the two boys in the slave market at Portsmouth, New Hampshire. They were bought by two brothers, Prince (the older of the two slaves) went with General William Whipple. Prince grew into a trusted and articulate servant for Gen. Whipple. When the Revolutionary War broke out, he followed his master into battle - fighting for liberty which he did not have. It is believed by many that Prince was in the boat with General George Washington when he made his daring crossing of the Delaware River to surprise the British army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1851, Emanuel Leutze painted the famous painting of that fateful crossing and just behind George Washington - can be seen the face of a black man. Prince Whipple, faithful servant, was finally given his freedom and went on to live out his days as a valuable member of society. He was not buried in the segregated black burying ground but in the North Cemetery in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. His grandson gave him a gravestone befitting this Revolutionary War hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-9056230647739561625?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/9056230647739561625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-is-black-man-in-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/9056230647739561625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/9056230647739561625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-is-black-man-in-boat.html' title='Who Is The Black Man In The Boat?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9rx2UB3gp8/Tc5x7nc9eZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p5cX_CuOSi8/s72-c/washington%2Bcrossing%2Bthe%2Bdelaware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-3093508757242627343</id><published>2011-04-24T22:12:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:55:58.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosa Nostra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mafia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frederick II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sicily'/><title type='text'>Godmother of the Cosa Nostra?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuEO_dkuUWk/TbTiF59bZCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LBg5zUAn2Fw/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599348827814061090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuEO_dkuUWk/TbTiF59bZCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LBg5zUAn2Fw/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Godmother of the Cosa Nostra?&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "Uppity Women of Medieval Times by Vicki Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1194 a forty year old woman gave birth to an audience of 200 in an Italian marketplace. Why would she do such a thing, you ask. Well, she just happened to be Constance,queen of Sicily and the wife of Henry VI. The audience of bishops wanted to make sure that what ever sprang from her womb actually came from her body (and not a slight of hand switch). The baby would become Frederick II and at three inherited Sicily and Germany. He would later become Holy Roman Emperor and was called "stupor mundi" or wonder of the world. Constance and her husband died when little Freddie was quite young and when foreign rulers began to exploit poor Constance's Sicilian holdings, she just may have given birth to something more sinister. Freedom fighters emerged in Sicily that fought the foreign rulers encroachment and they may have morphed into the Mafia - which would of course make Constance the Godmother of the Cosa Nostra!!&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/3378660906157766831-3093508757242627343?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3093508757242627343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/04/godmother-of-cosa-nostra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3093508757242627343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3093508757242627343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/04/godmother-of-cosa-nostra.html' title='Godmother of the Cosa Nostra?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuEO_dkuUWk/TbTiF59bZCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/LBg5zUAn2Fw/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-8415486682510962769</id><published>2011-04-04T17:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:59:50.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearbreak'/><title type='text'>Love, Life and  Loss - on Waving Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE7tjXV84AE/TZueVSQO4HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9XKdhgwbqkw/s1600/Attic%2BSecrets%252C%2B36x24%252C%2Boil%252C%2B2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE7tjXV84AE/TZueVSQO4HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9XKdhgwbqkw/s320/Attic%2BSecrets%252C%2B36x24%252C%2Boil%252C%2B2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592237450824966258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Readers - &lt;br /&gt;I found out something last week that really knocked me to my knees. &lt;br /&gt;I finally connected with an old friend who was very kind to me years ago. Many times over the last few years, I had searched for her on the Internet, but could not find her - but finally she opened a Facebook account and Voila! there she was. It was so good to hear from her again. She mentioned that she still had the portrait of her daughter that I had done years ago and she treasured it now that her daughter was taken from her. When I enquired about her daughter, I was told that she had been killed 4 years ago in a murder/suicide. Just typing these words brings tears to my eyes and I can't even imagine the pain she must go through each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;It really depressed me to think of it but as I was thinking last week, I started counting all the people that I knew personally who had been murdered or people that I know who had a relative or friend murdered. I had never thought of that before. But as I began to remember and count them, I came up with the number 7. Yes, seven.&lt;br /&gt;Does that seem excessive to you? It does to me. Is this normal? It doesn't seem so to me. Seven precious souls whose life was cut short at the hands of someone else. Seven people who were loved by family and friends. As my mind tried to take all of this in - just the scope of it - was something I just could not get my mind around. I still can't. &lt;br /&gt;My family laughs at me because I always wave goodbye to them as they drive away from the house - I keep waving until I can no longer see them. I have always wanted that to be last image of me they have - should I never see them again. When I tell them my reason for waving so long - they laugh again. I think I will keep doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-8415486682510962769?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8415486682510962769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-life-and-loss-on-waving-good-bye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8415486682510962769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8415486682510962769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-life-and-loss-on-waving-good-bye.html' title='Love, Life and  Loss - on Waving Good Bye'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE7tjXV84AE/TZueVSQO4HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9XKdhgwbqkw/s72-c/Attic%2BSecrets%252C%2B36x24%252C%2Boil%252C%2B2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-1280351856647588062</id><published>2011-03-19T17:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:10:24.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William F. Buckley'/><title type='text'>"Losing Mum and Pup"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6cubqj4OcE/TYUobipnbGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6TidGlp-HWU/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6cubqj4OcE/TYUobipnbGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6TidGlp-HWU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585915366445902946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Losing Mum and Pup" by Christopher Buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished reading a book that was poignant, sad, bittersweet, hilariously funny and relevant to just about everyone I know. It is about becoming an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Buckley is the only child of William F. Buckley Jr. and his wife Pat. They both died within a year of each other, and this book was written by their son as sort of a means to say goodbye. In telling about that final year in their lives, he has frequent flashbacks to wonderful episodes that bring resentment but also laughter to the surface. It is a wonderful heartwarming insight into a national persona that offers private glimpses into their behind the scenes lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of my friends, I am at that age when I too will probably soon be an orphan. That age when our parents slowly die off leaving us all alone with only memories - an orphan, yes, but an old one. I am dreading that day. My mother passed away 7 years ago and I miss her terribly. My father is quite old now and not in the best health. For all his curmudgeonly ways, I still want to cling to him desperately to keep him here with me. I can't imagine being without both of them. But losing "Mum and Pup" comes to all of us, if we live long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this book - it is not long and although the subject sounds quite depressing - it is actually a very funny book. Christopher Buckley presents his loss (and by inference our own) in a wonderful heartwarming and easy to swallow pill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-1280351856647588062?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1280351856647588062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/03/losing-mum-and-pup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1280351856647588062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1280351856647588062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/03/losing-mum-and-pup.html' title='&quot;Losing Mum and Pup&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6cubqj4OcE/TYUobipnbGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6TidGlp-HWU/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-4658941742209382768</id><published>2011-02-25T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:43:03.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Glutton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Weber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toulouse-Lautrec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Goulue'/><title type='text'>"Father, will God Forgive me? I am La Goulue."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNCeCzkLavw/TWhy26drqEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZVRVC7y8kxk/s1600/La%2BGoulue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNCeCzkLavw/TWhy26drqEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZVRVC7y8kxk/s320/La%2BGoulue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577834426230614082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from www.lautrec.info by Eric Johnson and Chris Whitten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameless and outrageous,Louise Weber earned her nickname La Goulue (The Glutton) through her habit of out drinking anyone in the bar. Working in a laundry at age 16, she began dancing in dance halls when she "borrowed" dresses that customers had left for cleaning. She quickly drew attention to herself by dancing on tables, displaying her heart embroidered underwear and kicking men's hats off by her high kicks. One of the men La Goulue attracted was Auguste Renoir, the painter. He introduced her to nude modeling and through these connections she found her way into the fashionable dance clubs of Montmartre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Moulin Rouge, she danced with her wiry partner, Jacques Renaudin, whose skeletal frame and rubbery contortions brought him the nickname "The Boneless Wonder". Toulouse-Lautrec immortalized her in his most famous poster "Moulin Rouge - La Goulue"&lt;br /&gt;But Louise was a glutton for more and she left the Moulin Rouge to start her own dance hall, when that failed she tried going on the road at fairgrounds - but people were no longer interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up, alcholic and grossly overweight, selling peanuts and cigarettes on the streets of Paris. On her deathbed in 1929, Louise asked a priest, "Father, will God forgive me? I am La Goulue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Reader - Can you answer her question?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-4658941742209382768?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4658941742209382768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/02/father-will-god-forgive-me-i-am-la.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4658941742209382768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4658941742209382768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/02/father-will-god-forgive-me-i-am-la.html' title='&quot;Father, will God Forgive me? I am La Goulue.&quot;'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNCeCzkLavw/TWhy26drqEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZVRVC7y8kxk/s72-c/La%2BGoulue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-1469472662124451731</id><published>2011-02-09T00:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T00:26:11.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swashbuckling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirate'/><title type='text'>Shiver me Timbers!  You call Yourself a Lady?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TVIlVhbeZDI/AAAAAAAAAII/N_rSWeP3ka8/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TVIlVhbeZDI/AAAAAAAAAII/N_rSWeP3ka8/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571556740691813426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TVIkyMjHOLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/B8rwKbknaZE/s1600/trouble_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TVIkyMjHOLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/B8rwKbknaZE/s320/trouble_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571556133791283378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from Uppity Women of Medieval Times by Vicki Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spring night in 1582, a German ship laden with silver coin lay anchored in Falmouth Harbor on the south Cornwall coast.  Silently an English ship drew alongside -&lt;br /&gt;With cutlass and pistol in had, the captain and crew of the English ship overran the treasure ship and killed the crew.  What daring and swashbuckling pirate could do such a dastardly deed?  It was none other the Lady Killigrew the wife of England's vice admiral of Cornwall!!&lt;br /&gt;    Queen Elizabeth I took a dim view of such goings on and brought the bold lady to trial where she was found guilty and sentenced to hang.  Horrors!  But the good queen later relented and reduced the sentence to a very long stay in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-1469472662124451731?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1469472662124451731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/02/shiver-me-timbers-you-call-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1469472662124451731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1469472662124451731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/02/shiver-me-timbers-you-call-yourself.html' title='Shiver me Timbers!  You call Yourself a Lady?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TVIlVhbeZDI/AAAAAAAAAII/N_rSWeP3ka8/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-6304398865716608392</id><published>2011-01-29T12:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:45:19.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gynecology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agnodice'/><title type='text'>A Conundrum in Fourth Century B.C. - Gynecologically Speaking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TURRxM2xMQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SerYLGZhEPg/s1600/NIGHT%2BTHOUGHTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TURRxM2xMQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SerYLGZhEPg/s320/NIGHT%2BTHOUGHTS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567664945043157250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from "Uppity Women of Ancient Times" by Vicki Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens was a bore for well bred ladies in the fourth century B.C. Only women who were foreigners, courtesans, or oddball aristocrats who didn't care about convention got to mingle. But Agnodice figured out a way to buck convention - she put on men's clothing to become a doctor, attending medical lectures and specializing in gynecology. She understood women's qualms about being examined by a male doctor and figured she could corner the business when she became a doctor. Sure enough, it worked - but it made the other doctors jealous of her popularity with their clients. So they dragged her into court on a morals charge. To prove she wasn't a man, Agnodice had to expose herself to the judges - not to be thwarted,  the jealous doctors  then charged her with practicing a profession limited to men. Agnodice had to plead guilty to that charge but she was acquitted. Athenians finally changed the law, opening the door to other female physicians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-6304398865716608392?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/6304398865716608392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/01/conundrum-in-fourth-century-bc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/6304398865716608392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/6304398865716608392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/01/conundrum-in-fourth-century-bc.html' title='A Conundrum in Fourth Century B.C. - Gynecologically Speaking!'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TURRxM2xMQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SerYLGZhEPg/s72-c/NIGHT%2BTHOUGHTS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-2218810994586797952</id><published>2011-01-15T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:30:03.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentically Modified Chickens - Oh MY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TTHLWJNffbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dhrs8sbR3xU/s1600/100_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TTHLWJNffbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dhrs8sbR3xU/s320/100_3289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562450596069342642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a former Laboratory Technician, I receive updates from the American Society for Clinical Pathology. A few days ago, the ASCP informed me that scientists have successfully found a way to stop the Bird Flu from spreading, thereby creating a way to stop a type of influenza that could cause a pandemic. &lt;br /&gt;This feat is accomplished by adding a gene to the embryo while it is still in the egg and it will produce a decoy RNA which interferes with the machinery that viruses use to make copies of themselves - thus spreading the virus. So although the chicken will eventually die from the flu - it cannot pass it on to other birds or people.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking "Wow! This is Great News- what a great service to mankind!" but then I kept reading. Further down into the article was this statement - "However, lots of additional research would be needed to see if the resulting chickens and their eggs would be safe to eat". Uh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;So on the one hand, you can stop the spread of a harmful virus thus saving millions of dollars spent on doctors, hospitals and medicine and save the lives of numerous children and elderly people who are susceptible. BUT it might make the food supply harmful at the same time. What a conundrum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Reader - my question to you is - Is it worth it? Is a genetically modified chicken worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-2218810994586797952?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/2218810994586797952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/01/gentically-modified-chickens-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/2218810994586797952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/2218810994586797952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2011/01/gentically-modified-chickens-oh-my.html' title='Gentically Modified Chickens - Oh MY!!'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TTHLWJNffbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dhrs8sbR3xU/s72-c/100_3289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-7676554943738614592</id><published>2010-12-28T17:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:11:12.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosy the Riveter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blacksmith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavy Metal'/><title type='text'>Heavy Metal Woman in the 14th Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TRqIKekrSrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nt9ZF8z_Vjo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TRqIKekrSrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nt9ZF8z_Vjo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555902803901893298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "Uppity Women of Medieval Times" by Vicki Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shades of Rosy the Riveter - a woman with the delightful name of Fya Upper Bach, took advantage of the career opportunities in blacksmithing - and did it six centuries before American women were exhorted to get into heavy metal for the World War II war effort. Fya, lived in the 14th century and made horseshoes in Germany. She first became an independent mastersmith known at the "smithy of Siberg". Later she moved her anvil into the city of Cologne. Besides an aptitude for pounding red-hot iron, Fya had leadership qualities. Twice in her thirty-year career she held office in the blacksmith's guild."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a blacksmith was such a physically demanding job, especially for a woman - but even more so for a woman of the 14th century. I think she would have been a fascinating woman to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-7676554943738614592?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7676554943738614592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/12/heavy-metal-woman-in-14th-century.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7676554943738614592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7676554943738614592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/12/heavy-metal-woman-in-14th-century.html' title='Heavy Metal Woman in the 14th Century'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TRqIKekrSrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nt9ZF8z_Vjo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-5542093698352382092</id><published>2010-12-11T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:21:19.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Van Gogh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howard Pyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fame'/><title type='text'>A Pyle of Van Gogh? (Pun Intended)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TQN6QNoWuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/81l5EPHO9SU/s1600/idle%2Blament%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TQN6QNoWuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/81l5EPHO9SU/s320/idle%2Blament%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549413584806001282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Van Gogh and Howard Pyle were born in the same year. They were both artists but lived on opposite sides of the Atlantic Ocean and never met. However, Vincent did get a chance to see some of Pyle's illustrations in a magazine and wrote in one of his letters to his brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know the American magazine "Harpers Monthly"? There are wonderful sketches in it, which strike me dumb with admiration, among others . . . sketches from a Quaker town in the olden days by Howard Pyle. I am full of new pleasure, because I have new hope of making things myself that have soul in them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this, I wondered in amazement at the irony of life. Howard Pyle was world famous as an artist and illustrator during his life time - his paintings commanded the highest prices and he was wined and dined by the rich and famous. Vincent Van Gogh labored in obscurity during his lifetime, never selling even one painting. Yet with the passage of time all these years later, which artist is known by everyone (even those not in the art world) and whose paintings sell for millions of dollars? Strange isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for you, dear reader - Can you explain this seeming change? Their art has not changed, it remains just as it did when they put the last brushstroke on the canvas. Why this seeming fickle hand of fate that deals fame and fortune to one and then takes it away only to be given to another?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-5542093698352382092?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5542093698352382092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/12/pyle-of-van-gogh-pun-intended.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/5542093698352382092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/5542093698352382092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/12/pyle-of-van-gogh-pun-intended.html' title='A Pyle of Van Gogh? (Pun Intended)'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TQN6QNoWuoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/81l5EPHO9SU/s72-c/idle%2Blament%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-4218857801316819771</id><published>2010-11-26T19:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:14:54.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A Prayer Experiment for Atheists and Christians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TPBa0w-3haI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kY5jbZZpQmk/s1600/The_Guardian%252C%2B40x30%252Coil%252C1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TPBa0w-3haI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kY5jbZZpQmk/s320/The_Guardian%252C%2B40x30%252Coil%252C1998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544031003841365410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting this experiment with the permission of the original writer on the website www.theatheistmissionary.com. He is a "Canadian skeptic/humanist interested in furthering a critical analysis of religious belief systems." He expressed amazement about how many people on the Internet (Twitter) ask others to pray for them or offer prayers for others. This post was originally presented by him on July 22, 2009 but I just ran across it last week and was intrigued by his proposal. His proposal is listed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1.Decide on what you would like to pray for - we will call that result A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.We agree that you will pray to God (or whatever supernatural being you choose) &lt;br /&gt;for result A to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I will pray to the ghost of Michael Jackson to ensure that result A happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If result A happens, you will explain to me why it is more likely that God made&lt;br /&gt;it happen than the ghost of Michael Jackson or you will fairly concede that it is&lt;br /&gt;just as likely that Jacko did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.If result A does not happen, we will agree that neither God or Jacko answers&lt;br /&gt;prayers. You will then explain to me why the entity you chose to pray to&lt;br /&gt;selectively answers more prayers than Jacko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you, my gentle readers, is "How do you answer him?" I want both Christians and Atheists to feel free to respond - I will not tolerate any name calling or belligerence of any kind.  I am simply interested in how both sides respond to this experiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-4218857801316819771?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4218857801316819771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer-experiment-for-atheists-and.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4218857801316819771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4218857801316819771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer-experiment-for-atheists-and.html' title='A Prayer Experiment for Atheists and Christians'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TPBa0w-3haI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kY5jbZZpQmk/s72-c/The_Guardian%252C%2B40x30%252Coil%252C1998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-3738208751957899390</id><published>2010-11-13T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:38:42.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Women of the World - Cross Dressing in Ancient Greece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TN89gSrNknI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ADX2wdnGZls/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TN89gSrNknI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ADX2wdnGZls/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539213691667190386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "Uppity Women of Ancient Times" by Vicki Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickly as a child, Telesilla was told by an oracle to learn music. This she did and also became a poet. She became famous for her poetry in her hometown of Argos, near Sparta in southern Greece. In the fifth century BC, the army from her town was destroyed by the Spartans. Since the Spartans knew that the town of Argos was now defenseless, they then headed to Argos with pillage on their minds. Telesilla gathered the slaves and old people to guard the city walls, while she and the women put on battle gear and drove away the Spartans. Thereafter, the citizens in gratitude celebrated Telesilla and their triumph annually by donning men's garb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for you today is - how come the Spartans who had such a reputation for fighting could be defeated by a bunch of women?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-3738208751957899390?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3738208751957899390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/11/wild-women-of-world-cross-dressing-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3738208751957899390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3738208751957899390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/11/wild-women-of-world-cross-dressing-in.html' title='Wild Women of the World - Cross Dressing in Ancient Greece'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TN89gSrNknI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ADX2wdnGZls/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-4225539467591803117</id><published>2010-11-05T16:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:15:29.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slice and Dice Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TNRyG9uo9rI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0r2x7FRO9o4/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TNRyG9uo9rI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0r2x7FRO9o4/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536175305920149170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "Uppity Women of Medieval Times" by Vicki Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Florence Italy at the Florence hospital church of Santa Maria del Mereto, there is a plaque honoring a teenage girl who lived 700 years ago. What did she do that was so remarkable? &lt;br /&gt;Her name was Alessandra Gilliani and she was a young girl from Bologna. A teenage prodigy, she got to study dissection at the side of the most famous doctor in Italy at the time, Mondino de Luzzi. At that time, around 1318, people were not sure of the difference between arteries and veins. Allesandra invented a technique to trace the different blood vessels in the body. Using a cadaver, she would draw blood from the veins and arteries and refill them with different colored dyes that solidified, allowing doctors to study and learn more about how the blood system works. The world lost a brilliant mind in such a young girl,when, unfortunately she died at the age of nineteen, never reaching her full potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for you today is - What is more remarkable - the fact that a teenage year old girl could come up with this technique or that a teenage girl would be allowed to not only be working along side of a doctor but to actually be advising a doctor in the 1300's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-4225539467591803117?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4225539467591803117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/11/slice-and-dice-teenager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4225539467591803117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4225539467591803117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/11/slice-and-dice-teenager.html' title='The Slice and Dice Teenager'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TNRyG9uo9rI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0r2x7FRO9o4/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-8626172452327603276</id><published>2010-10-25T14:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:55:23.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloned'/><title type='text'>Would a Cloned Human have a Soul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TMXSfyBwnbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ShGKZwOr1E/s1600/moon+cradle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TMXSfyBwnbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ShGKZwOr1E/s320/moon+cradle+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532059160741453234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from an article by John Clayton in "Does God Exist")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cloning is not new. Clones from fetal cells have been known for a long time, and in a sense twins represent a kind of clone. Producing clones from adult cells is relatively new, but the implications are still basically the same. In very simple terms the genetic material from a cell is transplanted into an evacuated cell so that what results is a form containing whatever the genetic material that was transplanted dictates. The things that the genetic material can dictate are physical criteria. Do you remember Dolly the sheep? The cloned sheep that was produced had the same color and texture of wool, the same eyes, ears, and nose and if there were any genetic defects in the adult from which the genetic material was taken, those defects would be in the cloned sheep as well.&lt;br /&gt;Could this be done with a human being? The answer from a scientific standpoint is definitely yes. There is no physical reason why this could not eventually be done. Should this be done?" There are certainly many medical reasons put forward in favor of this being done, but ethics and religious issues become a problem.&lt;br /&gt;My question to you is - Would a cloned human have a soul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-8626172452327603276?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8626172452327603276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-cloned-human-have-soul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8626172452327603276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8626172452327603276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/10/would-cloned-human-have-soul.html' title='Would a Cloned Human have a Soul?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TMXSfyBwnbI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2ShGKZwOr1E/s72-c/moon+cradle+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-5829339393975460783</id><published>2010-10-13T17:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:24:16.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artemisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xerxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persia'/><title type='text'>Wild Women of the World - Who Was She?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TLcELTG3hLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kvPom1PBA_M/s1600/Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TLcELTG3hLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kvPom1PBA_M/s320/Sam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527891659774723250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "Uppity Women of Ancient Times by Vicki Leon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 480 B.C. war was being waged between the Persians and the Greeks (remember Spartacus). The great Persian King Xerxes had assembled an enormous fleet of ships that he thought were invincible. But just to be safe, he asked Queen Artemisia of the kingdom of Cara to cough up some support for the war effort. She did some better than that. Queen Artemisia showed up in full battle armor with five of her own triple-decked warships and a land army to boot.&lt;br /&gt;In the first naval battle, Artemisia fought bravely but the Persians still suffered a great loss. She warned King Xerxes that the Greeks had superiority on the sea, but he did not listen and ordered another naval battle. After the first battle, the Greeks placed a bounty on Queen Artemisia's head - 10,000 drachmas for anyone who could take her alive! During the fierce battle that ensued, she rammed and sank one of Xerxes ships and managed to get away.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the Persians lost the naval battle, King Xerxes was so impressed with her he awarded her a suit of Greek armor and said "My men fight like women, and my women fight like men". Wow, what a woman!&lt;br /&gt;My question for you is - Should women participate as soldiers in warfare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-5829339393975460783?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5829339393975460783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/10/wild-women-of-world-who-was-she.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/5829339393975460783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/5829339393975460783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/10/wild-women-of-world-who-was-she.html' title='Wild Women of the World - Who Was She?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TLcELTG3hLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kvPom1PBA_M/s72-c/Sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-4992203543274523699</id><published>2010-10-06T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T14:42:58.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peruvian Princess - Yma Sumac</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KprLT-JxPY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KprLT-JxPY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in 1922 in the town of Ichocan, Peru - a descendant of the last Peruvian Ruler Atahualpa - largely self-taught by listening to the sounds of the jungle and the birds high in the Andes - she took the world by storm in the 1950's with her stunning 5 Octave voice. Not only was her vocal range extraordinary but what is also remarkable is that she was able to keep her voice up through her older years. Even though she could not read music, her arrangements were classified as Exotica and so incredibly haunting that they are still used today. She could do things with her voice that just leave you breathless - she could mimic animals and birds, and go through all 5 octaves in one song. She sang before Queens and presidents around the world and was the only Peruvian to receive a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for you today is - had she been trained professionally - would it have made a difference in her voice? Did her extraordinary voice and unique style come because she was self-taught? What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-4992203543274523699?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/4992203543274523699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/10/peruvian-princess-yma-sumac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4992203543274523699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/4992203543274523699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/10/peruvian-princess-yma-sumac.html' title='The Peruvian Princess - Yma Sumac'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-7951828289598776098</id><published>2010-09-27T14:58:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:39:23.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uppity women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison'/><title type='text'>Wild, Wild Women of the World - Who Was She?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TKD_3e3ihuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pUoj59HTaQc/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TKD_3e3ihuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pUoj59HTaQc/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521694471800129250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from "Uppity Women of Medieval Times" by Vicki Leon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her rap sheet was a mile long and her personal habits left a lot to be desired, and her aliases included "Moll Cutpurse" and the "Roaring Girle". Who was she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in 1589, Molly Frith got her nickname from robbing people by cutting their purse strings. She was a hard drinking gal who used pipe tobacco and wore men's clothing. An ever enterprising lady, she built up a network of thieves and then set up as pawn broker to handle the stolen goods. In an effort to branch out she also tried her hand at acting becoming the first woman to appear on the Elizabethan stage. In 1611 a play called "The Roaring Girle or Moll Cutpurse opened in London but it was also the same year that she got arrested for wearing men's clothing. In fact she landed in jail several times not only for her attire but also for her life of crime. Each time she was able to bribe her way out. You would think that her life would have been quite short what with her escapades but she lived to be 75! &lt;br /&gt;   So what do you think?  Was she a role model for the self-made woman or was she someone you would not want your daughter to emulate?  What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-7951828289598776098?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7951828289598776098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/wild-wild-women-of-world-who-was-she.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7951828289598776098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7951828289598776098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/wild-wild-women-of-world-who-was-she.html' title='Wild, Wild Women of the World - Who Was She?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TKD_3e3ihuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pUoj59HTaQc/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-1120107020325519186</id><published>2010-09-20T21:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:46:30.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intolerance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Am I Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TJgOHkxDWwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fZNQzX_Df5k/s1600/the+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TJgOHkxDWwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fZNQzX_Df5k/s320/the+letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519176866633833218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the paradoxes of life that those who are so quick to jump on others for intolerance are usually the most intolerant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened that comments that I left on someone's Facebook wall has prompted that person to block me. My comments were not meant to cause offence, but simply to open this person's eyes to other views. When I pointed out that what this person was accusing others of were actually only exhibited by her - perhaps I stepped over the line. I feel bad because I did not want to alienate her but to just hold up a mirror. Now I cannot leave any comments on her wall, yet I can still send her a direct message. Should I contact her to apologize or should I respect her decision to not talk and just leave her alone? What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-1120107020325519186?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1120107020325519186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-i-wrong.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1120107020325519186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1120107020325519186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-i-wrong.html' title='Am I Wrong?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TJgOHkxDWwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fZNQzX_Df5k/s72-c/the+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-76724785407662526</id><published>2010-09-13T11:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T11:43:37.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triumph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling Leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela&apos;s Ashes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adeline Yen Mah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>Bitter or Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TI5GdWncaiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bicIu9IRQ9Q/s1600/idle+lament+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TI5GdWncaiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bicIu9IRQ9Q/s320/idle+lament+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516424063676607010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading "Falling Leaves" by Adeline Yen Mah and was completely blown away - please read the book if you ever get the chance.  The story of the book is briefly discussed in my other blog http//thehavenofrest.blogspot.com - it is the true story of child abuse and eventual triumph, an autobiography of an unwanted Chinese daughter.  The book reminds me of "Angela's Ashes" which is another true autobiography of child abuse and eventual triumph.  These kinds of stories just hold so much fascination to me because I want to know how some people can be born into horrendous conditions beyone their control, enduring abuse and torment and yet grow into loving people who are without bitterness  -  yet others who go through the same circumstances emerge as hard, mean, bitter individuals.  How can this happen?  Same circumstances, yet mere children have such different ways of looking at it.  Do you know of cases like those talked about in these books?  Have you experienced it yourself?  Have you been able to overcome bitterness to become better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-76724785407662526?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/76724785407662526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/bitter-or-better.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/76724785407662526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/76724785407662526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/bitter-or-better.html' title='Bitter or Better?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TI5GdWncaiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bicIu9IRQ9Q/s72-c/idle+lament+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-422500623503367832</id><published>2010-09-03T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:31:30.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Hawking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>We don't need God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TIGg3vgyhxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GiQuzJRZ6Pw/s1600/moon+cradle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TIGg3vgyhxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GiQuzJRZ6Pw/s320/moon+cradle+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512864298385442578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Stephen Hawking has a new book coming out this week called "The Grand Design". In it he says that it is entirely possible that the universe "can and will create itself from nothing".  In other words, what he is saying that we don't need God in the creation of the universe. You can imagine the uproar this has caused. What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-422500623503367832?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/422500623503367832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-dont-need-god.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/422500623503367832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/422500623503367832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-dont-need-god.html' title='We don&apos;t need God'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TIGg3vgyhxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GiQuzJRZ6Pw/s72-c/moon+cradle+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-5078770479817981120</id><published>2010-08-30T10:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:55:34.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organized religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.v.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteous'/><title type='text'>Are You Going To Church More But Enjoying it Less?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/THvGIZgtM-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sIsEhuS8L2U/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/THvGIZgtM-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sIsEhuS8L2U/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511216416607253474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Has organized religion finally recognized that its product must be sold to the public much in the same way that soap is sold?  Can the advertising industry revolutionize religion?  You know like "Sunday School fights sin backwash!", or "Us church members would rather fight that switch!" or "The church for people who can't say grace before every meal!".  I'm sure you've seen the ads on t.v. lately advertising some church somewhere that will give you feel good feelings and warm fuzzies.&lt;br /&gt;  But pure righteousness has a dynamic quality that tends to be infectious, like mononucleousis.  There is nothing wrong with tasteful promotion, but we are likely to forget that there is an inherent promotional aspect in the purity of Christian living that is far superior to the superficial methods that we are fond of employing for its perpetuation.  What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-5078770479817981120?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/5078770479817981120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-going-to-church-more-but.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/5078770479817981120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/5078770479817981120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-you-going-to-church-more-but.html' title='Are You Going To Church More But Enjoying it Less?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/THvGIZgtM-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sIsEhuS8L2U/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-1280059425537349729</id><published>2010-08-20T19:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:43:58.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tolerance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Is There A Limit To Religious Tolerance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TG8S__ydmlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5U7_wLNj_ck/s1600/Catacombs+I,+36x24,oil,2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TG8S__ydmlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5U7_wLNj_ck/s320/Catacombs+I,+36x24,oil,2002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507641759961553490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of the current controversy over the building of a mosque near "ground zero" - the question has occurred to me - just how tolerant should we be towards religions? Religious freedom is guaranteed under our constitution - but what if a religion promotes or engages in something considered wrong. For example - what about some religions that require an animal sacrifice like a chicken or goat? Would this be considered animal cruelty? What about a religion that would not let you treat a seriously ill child? What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-1280059425537349729?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1280059425537349729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-there-limit-to-religious-tolerance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1280059425537349729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1280059425537349729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-there-limit-to-religious-tolerance.html' title='Is There A Limit To Religious Tolerance?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TG8S__ydmlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5U7_wLNj_ck/s72-c/Catacombs+I,+36x24,oil,2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-3971237328403843417</id><published>2010-08-13T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:16:42.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keeper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Am I My Brother's Keeper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TGX8F7xBYwI/AAAAAAAAADk/oF8imaTYVYU/s1600/night+watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TGX8F7xBYwI/AAAAAAAAADk/oF8imaTYVYU/s320/night+watch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505083298403148546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An age old question - first asked by Cain after he killed his brother Abel. God asked Cain where his brother Abel was and Cain answered "Am I my brother's keeper".&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight it seems like a very flippant answer, something a petulant teenager might answer. But it is a legitimate question. What do you believe? Are we actually our brother's keeper? Or is it everyman for himself? What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-3971237328403843417?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3971237328403843417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-my-brothers-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3971237328403843417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3971237328403843417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-i-my-brothers-keeper.html' title='Am I My Brother&apos;s Keeper?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TGX8F7xBYwI/AAAAAAAAADk/oF8imaTYVYU/s72-c/night+watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-8091473147920486689</id><published>2010-08-06T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:49:05.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>Have You Ever Broken Someone's Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TFwSVMvyXFI/AAAAAAAAADU/UhYU_XtvHd4/s1600/Tears+in+a+Bottle,+16x12,+oil,+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TFwSVMvyXFI/AAAAAAAAADU/UhYU_XtvHd4/s320/Tears+in+a+Bottle,+16x12,+oil,+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502293000148114514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once, when I was young and true,&lt;br /&gt;Someone left me sad ---&lt;br /&gt;Broke my brittle heart in two;&lt;br /&gt;And that is very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is for unlucky folk,&lt;br /&gt;Love is but a curse.&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a heart I broke;&lt;br /&gt;And that, I think, is worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Dorothy Parker 1926)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question for you today is - Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-8091473147920486689?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/8091473147920486689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-ever-broken-someones-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8091473147920486689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/8091473147920486689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/08/have-you-ever-broken-someones-heart.html' title='Have You Ever Broken Someone&apos;s Heart?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TFwSVMvyXFI/AAAAAAAAADU/UhYU_XtvHd4/s72-c/Tears+in+a+Bottle,+16x12,+oil,+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-3875057172124898821</id><published>2010-07-31T08:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:13:07.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hell'/><title type='text'>Heaven and/or Hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TFQSwzXLMZI/AAAAAAAAADE/QMFSGMQ4Km8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TFQSwzXLMZI/AAAAAAAAADE/QMFSGMQ4Km8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500041674556649874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Do you believe in Heaven AND Hell or do you believe in just Heaven?  This question was just posted on Facebook and Twitter in an effort to poll as many people as possible.  I think (but of course I could be wrong), that the vast majority of people believe in Heaven but most do not want to believe in Hell.  I find it fasicnating to hear how people can reason a belief in one but not the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Perhaps you don't believe in either, that would be a third choice.  Please tell me your thoughts on the subject and why you believe that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-3875057172124898821?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/3875057172124898821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/07/heaven-andor-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3875057172124898821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/3875057172124898821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/07/heaven-andor-hell.html' title='Heaven and/or Hell?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TFQSwzXLMZI/AAAAAAAAADE/QMFSGMQ4Km8/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-7708533121682770517</id><published>2010-07-24T17:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:28:40.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='situation ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conundrum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaphram'/><title type='text'>SITUATION ETHICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TEtaiXgw-AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/32zU6pBBoWI/s1600/Precious,+24x30,+oil,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TEtaiXgw-AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/32zU6pBBoWI/s320/Precious,+24x30,+oil,+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497587316609316866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, I had a friend that told me this story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young and perhaps a bit naive, she traveled to Washington D.C. to join the C.I.A. She wanted to serve her country and felt that she could make a difference. Before C.I.A. had gone very far with their interview - my friend was told that she would be fitted with a diaphragm and would be expected to sleep with people to get useful information. My friend was a religious woman and this went against her moral code - so she politely thanked them for their time and she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is - what would you have done? If the nation's security was dependent on the information that you could obtain - would you do as she was asked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-7708533121682770517?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.marybullock.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/7708533121682770517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/07/situation-ethics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7708533121682770517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/7708533121682770517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/07/situation-ethics.html' title='SITUATION ETHICS'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TEtaiXgw-AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/32zU6pBBoWI/s72-c/Precious,+24x30,+oil,+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3378660906157766831.post-1485235297548801042</id><published>2010-07-17T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:46:06.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='successful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady'/><title type='text'>What, in your opinion, is a "Lady"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TESUzbp0l3I/AAAAAAAAACs/KpDOkJoG_9g/s1600/The_Guardian,+40x30,oil,1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495681056616257394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TESUzbp0l3I/AAAAAAAAACs/KpDOkJoG_9g/s320/The_Guardian,+40x30,oil,1998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What in your opinion is a "Lady"? Can they still be found in today's society? Do you consider yourself a "lady"? Can a "Lady" still be successful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3378660906157766831-1485235297548801042?l=mainelymary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/feeds/1485235297548801042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-in-your-opinion-is-lady.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1485235297548801042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3378660906157766831/posts/default/1485235297548801042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mainelymary.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-in-your-opinion-is-lady.html' title='What, in your opinion, is a &quot;Lady&quot;?'/><author><name>Mary Bullock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09718356993209078250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/SsOV4KojL-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PeTjILHjnog/S220/002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFDq6P7SDHw/TESUzbp0l3I/AAAAAAAAACs/KpDOkJoG_9g/s72-c/The_Guardian,+40x30,oil,1998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
