<?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-3833038</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:51:00.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>461</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3036726027998557575</id><published>2012-02-15T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:02:43.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
STOP AND HEAR THE MUSIC



I'm particularly fascinated by this story and I'm surprised I never heard about it until now.  I saw this on Facebook today and I posted it onto my page because it's just... so... sad how in our rush and haste we often fail to notice the beautiful things around us.





This is so awesome. Please take a moment to read:



A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3036726027998557575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/stop-and-hear-music-im-particularly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3036726027998557575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3036726027998557575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/stop-and-hear-music-im-particularly.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7838798690994324297</id><published>2012-02-15T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:12:20.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ASPERGER WITH CHEESE

"Baby, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, and I don't mean this offensively, but could you be high functioning autistic, like you have borderline Asperger Syndrome?  Both your brothers are high functioning autistic so it wouldn't be off the mark since you share the same genetic makeup."

I was sitting on MJ's couch when he said this to me.  Once I heard him say the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7838798690994324297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/asperger-with-cheese-baby-i-dont-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7838798690994324297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7838798690994324297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/asperger-with-cheese-baby-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xLkl9L5ITM/TzyeHRdYsbI/AAAAAAAACI8/W5in_5ciOx8/s72-c/IMG_0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5144444105722557064</id><published>2012-02-14T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T19:07:10.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW






http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/let-vodka-be-your-valentine/

Thinking upon Valentine's Days past, truthfully, I don't remember much.  Last year I was dating an overzealous guy who loved to shower me with gifts, so he got me a dozen beautiful red roses, a Victoria Secret underwear and bra set, more underwear, a cartoon framed poster of a Texan riding a colorful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5144444105722557064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/let-vodka-be-your-valentine-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5144444105722557064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5144444105722557064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/let-vodka-be-your-valentine-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPWyADS-q8o/TzsWo_ZtdzI/AAAAAAAACI0/HWaAVkAWwoc/s72-c/vodka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7616523321228518422</id><published>2012-02-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T01:59:25.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRATEFUL BOWL

YES!  I'm recovered from my soy sauce poisoning.  That was bad - you can read it in my writing.  I become an Eeyore.  At one point today I kept thinking, "I can die right now and not give a damn."  My body chemistry is so tender.  I blame my parents - two hearty parents get married, have kids, and all of them have chemical disorders.  I blame my dad's genetics - he's the troubled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7616523321228518422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/grateful-bowl-yes-recovered-from-my-soy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7616523321228518422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7616523321228518422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/grateful-bowl-yes-recovered-from-my-soy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGcPLkiXHN4/TzndqsItsFI/AAAAAAAACIs/wjcAT_TQh-E/s72-c/Grandparents+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4313651167426211040</id><published>2012-02-13T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:27:13.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE AUTISTIC GIRLFRIEND

When MJ met me, I was a wreck.  I didn't like being touched, I didn't have the desire to socialize, I felt overstimulated far too easily, and my emotional state was unstable because I was going through so many chemical ups and downs, and I was depressed.

I'd indulged a crapload of corn chips on Friday night in a fit of hunger.  Mind you, corn chips are often a problem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4313651167426211040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/autistic-girlfriend-when-mj-met-me-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4313651167426211040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4313651167426211040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/autistic-girlfriend-when-mj-met-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-660426618793440278</id><published>2012-02-13T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T00:47:11.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLAH BLAH BLAH

Sometimes when I'm feeling this shitty I just need to think of the next good thing ahead of me.  Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts... Write write write.

Oh a great note, I found an ice cream I can eat!  It's the Coconut Bliss brand, all organic, gluten free, dairy free, and soy free :)  I learned about it because I got the munchies one night at MJ's house and went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/660426618793440278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/blah-blah-blah-sometimes-when-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/660426618793440278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/660426618793440278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/blah-blah-blah-sometimes-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2225457757084553418</id><published>2012-02-12T23:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T23:51:39.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
GLUTEN TAG


I was feeling great for days... ate at Cafe Gratitude for 4 days straight, and at home I ate nothing but the safest foods my body can handle.  I didn't have any dairy, eggs, or gluten for those 4 days and my body was so happy, I felt like the Sophia I knew at my healthiest, like college Sophia.



But then tonight, I did something stupid.  I made a beef, onion, and cilantro saute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2225457757084553418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/gluten-tag-i-was-feeling-great-for-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2225457757084553418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2225457757084553418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/gluten-tag-i-was-feeling-great-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5241969034655166141</id><published>2012-02-12T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:13:05.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PATRICK

AGH!  I just glimpsed into someone's Facebook page an saw a picture of my arch nemesis.  Actually, she's not my arch nemesis, I just don't like this girl very much and when I see her picture I sort of shudder in revulsion because she's not very attractive in general.  Both my ex and my dad used to make fun of her (without her knowledge of course.  My dad was very good at picking out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5241969034655166141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/patrick-agh-just-glimpsed-into-someones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5241969034655166141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5241969034655166141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/patrick-agh-just-glimpsed-into-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIdf-zS6ESs/Tzg97BJw7qI/AAAAAAAACIY/hHoIOgFFjHs/s72-c/spongebob.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1795237910346560802</id><published>2012-02-11T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:47:57.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
A DAY IN THE LIFE...





Thurs, Feb 11: Millie the Rooster





 

Fri, Feb 10: Using my fire engine red typewriter

to type out my memories.






Sat, Feb 11: A free write about a fun filled day with my brother.

We went on a walking tour of the Embarcadero and I took him to

Cafe Gratitude which is an organic, vegan restaurant.  He has a dairy

allergy so he was ecstatic to have a non-dairy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1795237910346560802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1795237910346560802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1795237910346560802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UaGVUtqgbY4/Tzc6RtgMl_I/AAAAAAAACHQ/l48dGepE5yM/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3641031963655158736</id><published>2012-02-11T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T18:55:57.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest in Peace, Whitney :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3641031963655158736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/rest-in-peace-whitney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3641031963655158736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3641031963655158736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/rest-in-peace-whitney.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4693726966292529654</id><published>2012-02-10T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T16:57:46.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DISCOVERY

When I was healthy, one of the things I loved to do was organize events for my friends.  I was really good at it and it made me so happy to see the joy on people's faces when they're engaged, taken care of, and lost in a moment of fun and camaraderie.  I always centered my birthday parties (the few I've had) around playing games because of the womanchild inside me.  At my 26th Birthday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4693726966292529654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/discovery-when-i-was-healthy-one-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4693726966292529654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4693726966292529654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/discovery-when-i-was-healthy-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3952125000639846375</id><published>2012-02-09T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:05:13.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE BUTTERFLY ON HER CHEEKS

I didn't have the heart to fire her but I did - it was the right thing to do.  She wasn't working up to par and my coworkers were complaining about how slow she worked and how it wasn't fair to them.

She'd often come into work, dragging her feet, just always tired, always sullen, always down.  She wore a lot of black and loved skulls - she was very soft inside but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3952125000639846375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/butterfly-on-her-cheeks-i-didnt-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3952125000639846375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3952125000639846375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/butterfly-on-her-cheeks-i-didnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3123465072018889755</id><published>2012-02-09T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:29:51.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
LIKE BIRDS FLYING IN THE AIR






"I think you are cute.  I wish you can like me, too.

We would be so happy together.  We would be like birds flying in the air."


Love - it starts early.  When I've been in love, I did feel like two birds flying in the air, or perhaps I was flying and he was hesitant to fly with me.  Both need to fly to make the relationship work.  It's important that I listen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3123465072018889755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/like-birds-flying-in-air-i-think-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3123465072018889755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3123465072018889755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/like-birds-flying-in-air-i-think-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHUsHq65u_w/TzQmb0J7w2I/AAAAAAAACHA/FRNkrubvhVk/s72-c/likebirdsflying.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4581964149562181481</id><published>2012-02-09T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T13:22:11.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IT'S NOT EASY BEIN' GREEN







I LOVE this picture.  Love it!  Love it!!!

There are so many elements about it that just make me scream, "I want to hug you both!  Even you, Hulk."

It's okay if you're green, blue, pink, purple, yellow (me), white, or black.  We all have kindred spirits somewhere in the world.









</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4581964149562181481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-not-easy-bein-green-i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4581964149562181481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4581964149562181481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-not-easy-bein-green-i-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JP_667o8Ehs/TzQL1qPZvqI/AAAAAAAACGw/0jKLf_CiWfc/s72-c/being+green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1200162353800190352</id><published>2012-02-08T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:57:03.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
FIG 1 FIG 2







Back in December of 2005, my father had a big stroke.  One that paralyzed half his body.




My mom called me frantically about the incident and told me to go to Richmond Kaiser to see my father.  As I was pulling up to the Kaiser parking lot, my cell phone rang.  "Why is this guy calling me?"



It was The Fig, one of my favorite people ever (&lt;--- insert sarcasm).  I didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1200162353800190352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/fig-1-fig-2-back-in-december-of-2005-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1200162353800190352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1200162353800190352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/fig-1-fig-2-back-in-december-of-2005-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxRI051vg34/TzLcnhCwUKI/AAAAAAAACGg/A6i3iGrBhSI/s72-c/FIG+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-8693143090222017104</id><published>2012-02-07T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T19:17:21.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEART TRAUMA

Ugh, God.  Oh no... I'm such a freaking sap.  I'm telling you, once someone makes it into my heart, I have a hard time kicking them out.  Mentally, I can kick people out (hence my strong guard) but emotionally, I can't.  It's like I always save a seat for people at the dinner table even though they're no longer there in my life.  I guess I have a BIG dinner table.

I just found out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8693143090222017104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/heart-trauma-ugh-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8693143090222017104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8693143090222017104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/heart-trauma-ugh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5297621538753157756</id><published>2012-02-07T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T16:29:42.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
MOVIE NIGHT


A while back, one of my favorite nerds brought up a funny game:

What movie titles best describe your shit taking experience?



It's a pretty funny game once you start, usually it starts with people standing around drinking beers or sitting around with nothing to do but list movie titles as metaphorical (or ANALogous) comparisons to their shitting experience.  And well after the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5297621538753157756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/movie-night-while-back-one-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5297621538753157756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5297621538753157756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/movie-night-while-back-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGI7DN_QFm4/TzF6IFGxO_I/AAAAAAAACGY/_XQGSzlfHSU/s72-c/never+chase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-8045524886442344263</id><published>2012-02-06T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:23:14.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DREAMS

I spent the majority of this past weekend in bed.  I know this because there's a butt imprint near my pillow where I sit up in bed and read on my laptop when I'm not sleeping.  I have this weird tail-bone protrusion (on my coccyx) that I call my "monkey-tail" because it's a bump as half a 25 cent gumball that feels like the remaining bit of a tail that was either cut off at birth or of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8045524886442344263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/dreams-come-true-i-spent-majority-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8045524886442344263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8045524886442344263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/dreams-come-true-i-spent-majority-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1382040369865203940</id><published>2012-02-04T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:38:13.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L-THEANINE

Just a little bit sad tonight.  I ate a lot of normal food this week (restaurant food, cookies and Red Vines and Lindt chocolate) and drank a glass of wine a day for 4 days to see what would happen to me.  I did okay and was mostly energetic during the week, but the toxicity built up.  Also, I'm PMSing and traditionally my body's less capable of handling excess toxins or MSG during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1382040369865203940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/l-theanine-just-little-bit-sad-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1382040369865203940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1382040369865203940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/l-theanine-just-little-bit-sad-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1687065468911482551</id><published>2012-02-04T14:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T11:02:05.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JUST MY 'TYPE'

I lust after retro and obsolete things.  Lately, I've taken an interest in typewriters.  Here's my bounty:














So, clarification on the last part where I mentioned I associated the color red with the Japanese.



My father was born in China around 1935 during the Chinese Civil War, which was a civil war between the Chinese Nationalist Party and the Communist Party.  My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1687065468911482551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-my-type-i-lust-after-retro-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1687065468911482551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1687065468911482551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-my-type-i-lust-after-retro-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7743057507788046319</id><published>2012-02-03T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:42:21.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DINNER WITH A FRIEND

Last night I had my ex Jailbait over for dinner.  He'd called me a couple of times over the past week but I've been neglecting to return his phone calls, not out of spite or being a bitch, but because I usually make my phone calls when I leave work and walk to my car.  However, after my iPhone4s was stolen right out of my hand as I was walking, I've been leaving my phone in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7743057507788046319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/dinner-with-friend-last-night-i-had-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7743057507788046319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7743057507788046319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/dinner-with-friend-last-night-i-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3055356100211167100</id><published>2012-02-03T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:42:33.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS PRETTY GOOD

Cocky 17 year old gets ruined by his English teacher in a Rap Battle

I love this stuff - because I like rhymes and watching people spit out lyrics at the drop of a dime, or is it a drop of a hat?  Bent down picked it up nearly broke my back.  Something like that, look at this Chinese girl trying to rap.

Oof, anyway, here's the rap battle.





</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3055356100211167100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-is-pretty-good-cocky-17-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3055356100211167100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3055356100211167100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-is-pretty-good-cocky-17-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1115175743407659415</id><published>2012-02-02T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:36:33.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
ADDICTED



I used to be an addict.  I was addicted to processed foods.  I used to think day and night about Cheetos, ramen, Hamburger Helper, Spam and rice, Prego with spaghetti noodles and Parmesan cheese.  I used to ask people, "What are you thinking about?"  And they're usually thinking about what they have to accomplish for the day or some goal.  And for several years, the only thing I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1115175743407659415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/addicted-i-used-to-be-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1115175743407659415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1115175743407659415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/addicted-i-used-to-be-addict.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3136683044376382255</id><published>2012-02-02T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:24:06.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

HONESTY IS CHEAPER THAN THERAPY

And transparency makes you a fool.  At least I'm a happy fool.

I'm PMSing.  In addition to that hormonal upheaval, I'm also starting to eat normal foods again in order to revive my social life because meeting with people at a restaurant is easier than having people come over to my place (normal food = restaurant foods, processed foods, foods with MSG, foods </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3136683044376382255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/honesty-is-cheaper-than-therapy-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3136683044376382255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3136683044376382255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/honesty-is-cheaper-than-therapy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6452398551742400098</id><published>2012-02-01T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:12:43.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PORTLANDIA

Oh, I love this show!  It plays on IFC and it makes fun of the hipster culture in Portland.  It's quirky, off-kilter, just my kind of humor.  There's a great bicycle skit called "Bicycle Rights" - look it up.

So funny, I remember mentioning this show to some girl from Portland before I ... nevermind.  That was an interesting day!  Actually, I really need to write about that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6452398551742400098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/portlandia-oh-i-love-this-show-plays-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6452398551742400098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6452398551742400098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/portlandia-oh-i-love-this-show-plays-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WaUaCVoJWaw/TynPAfgBX2I/AAAAAAAACGA/gUvHmcZssXI/s72-c/409240_335350906493451_100000556344867_1302569_1587083778_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-987270653750598785</id><published>2012-02-01T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:34:16.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IF THE SHOE FITS

‎"If someone does something that upsets you, try to understand why they did it. If you can understand it, you can let it go."

This was a great quote to start my morning.  I think far too many of us hold grudges and judgment over people who actually have a lot of great qualities, but for some reason (out of insecurity, out of strong emotion, out of jealousy, out of pride, out of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/feeds/987270653750598785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/morning-quote-if-someone-does-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/987270653750598785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/987270653750598785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/02/morning-quote-if-someone-does-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-991537495854305266</id><published>2012-01-31T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:30:34.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW WOULD YOU BREAK IT?



How can I rephrase what I really want to say and word it kindly so I don't hurt my Android's feelings?



Like a therapist: 

A) Android, you've been a wonderful phone and in the beginning, you were great.  But lately, you've been kind of flaky and you haven't passed my text messages along to me.  I don't know if you're doing it on purpose, but I've noticed you've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/991537495854305266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/991537495854305266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/profanity-ahead-okay-no-profanity.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3829280755948077209</id><published>2012-01-31T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:12:04.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WEEKEND IN SONOMA

A long post - but I recount every detail because years from now I'll look back and the vivid details will bring me back to this happy time in my life.

My birthday passed on January 8, 2012, 31 years from the day I was born.  MJ took me to the historic Niles region of Fremont and we searched the antique shops for a typewriter and we explored what looked like the world's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3829280755948077209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3829280755948077209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-in-sonoma-long-post-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0nJwBsc_sc/TyeYlCiHoyI/AAAAAAAACEQ/5DZ8c-cNWDA/s72-c/sonoma+mission.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2881885689445025792</id><published>2012-01-30T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:08:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO and GOODBYE

I finally got a haircut, and I actually like it!  It's been over 1/2 a year since I've gotten my haircut because I wasn't leaving the house except to go to work or buy groceries for several months.  I was constantly getting sick, was often weak, didn't talk to many people about what was going on with me, avoided seeing people, I wasn't able to eat at restaurants, so I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2881885689445025792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2881885689445025792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-and-goodbye-i-finally-got-haircut_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SrnILPBlW4E/TyeOVkD1dwI/AAAAAAAACD4/cabBGnP9tV4/s72-c/IMG_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6463441801910954754</id><published>2012-01-30T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:35:32.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
FRIENDS OF FRIENDS


Whoa, Facebook is a treasure trove.



As I was lurking Facebook for interesting material to jog my brain, from 4chan to 9gag to Laughing Squid to The Lost Symbol (by Dan Brown), I only occasionally took a look at my Newsfeed as it usually bores me. Except for posts by Karma, and some other free thinking and out there friends, and my retired friend in Ohio, I tend to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6463441801910954754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6463441801910954754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends-of-friends-whoa-facebook-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5478648547017800534</id><published>2012-01-30T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:55:32.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY AESTHETIC

It's hard for me to explain my aesthetic to people.  I generally tell people I like "old" things that are timeless.  In other words, I have the aesthetic of a 50 year old mom, meaning I find Richard Gere very handsome.

Often times I feel like I'm living in the wrong era, like my soul was meant to stay behind and not reincarnate into the body I have now in this modern era.  Even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5478648547017800534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5478648547017800534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-aesthetic-its-hard-for-me-to-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3027296415476408049</id><published>2012-01-27T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:19:21.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CURRY

God, my head must be moving too fast.  I can't stop writing and I have to leave soon to get a haircut.

So I made a curry yesterday by accident.  I cooked fingerling potatoes in salted water, threw in a sweet organic onion, kale, and brussel sprouts.  Then I stirred in some rice powder to thicken the stew and seasoned the stew with generous amounts of turmeric and cumin.  Then I threw in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3027296415476408049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3027296415476408049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/curry-god-my-head-must-be-moving-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4046327922287719229</id><published>2012-01-27T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:55:49.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
EMOTIONAL ROGUE


Yesterday I felt at peace in the earlier part of the day.  I really felt hopeful, I really felt optimistic, I really felt forgiving.


Then I had a heart-to-heart with a dear friend about a situation where she's being forced by people close to her to reconcile with someone who's hurt her very badly.  She hasn't spoken to this person in 10 years and the people around her do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4046327922287719229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4046327922287719229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/emotional-rogue-yesterday-i-felt-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5470253133961340786</id><published>2012-01-27T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:42:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIERY

I can feel the fiery Sophia returning.  The reason I know this is because the supplements I'm taking are giving me my stamina back.  For months, my body was sick and too calm to fight back for any grievances inflicted upon me, and I allowed myself to become too complacent because I was physically weakened.  Then with the change up of supplements, my body's getting something it needs and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5470253133961340786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5470253133961340786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/fiery-i-can-feel-fiery-sophia-returning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3673790174480860044</id><published>2012-01-27T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:18:53.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PACIFIST OCEAN

A question for myself - one that I ask whenever I feel like I'm biting the bullet:

Why do I give people who clearly screwed me over a chance to explain themselves?

Contrary to what people think, I've been very good about not incriminating certain people for their clear breaches of friendship.  And there's a part of me that just says, Why do you even care to protect those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3673790174480860044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3673790174480860044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/pacifist-ocean-question-for-myself-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dv2TLiErA4/TyLqLCVZgUI/AAAAAAAACDE/lLJ55srwMqc/s72-c/cheerful-wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4661537191645441212</id><published>2012-01-26T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:46:05.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RANDOM SNIPPETS FROM FACEBOOK:

- A funny status message:
PROFILE PICTURES: What people want other people to think they look like.
TAGGED PICTURES: What they actually look like.

- A friend's status message that made my heart ache because I know this feeling:
I miss someone so bad it's killing me :(

- A snippet from a review for the indie movie "Compliance".  I liked it because I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4661537191645441212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4661537191645441212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/heartbreak-hotel-ive-been-talking-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-108395864262222702</id><published>2012-01-26T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:44:25.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I'M NOT ALONE



I'm subscribed to a Facebook page called Pain Sufferers Speak, a page for people with physical, mental, or emotional pain to speak freely and without judgement about what they go through.  I subscribed to it so I could read what people go through and constantly remind myself that I'm not alone.



There are days when I'm healthy and happy and the world is lovely and I'm content </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/108395864262222702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/108395864262222702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-not-alone-im-subscribed-to-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayzMhlhMrgc/TyGx4S2WPSI/AAAAAAAACC0/SOVZ0oYKN-U/s72-c/374940_351674598194384_288183017876876_1299328_466222355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5136537566840833279</id><published>2012-01-25T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:31:46.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOTHER PERSONALITY TEST



...to tell me things I kind of already know about myself :)


 



I am an advocating inventor.  Here are my results below:




 My personalDNA Report


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5136537566840833279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5136537566840833279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-personality-test-to-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5788368990595412485</id><published>2012-01-24T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:36:50.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OPERATION BROKEN HEART

I'm going to do the right thing.  I need to fix some hearts.  I'm no doctor, but I'm good with understanding the human condition and what people need to feel right with their lives.




Sometimes I have an intense need to correct people and expose their hypocrisy, their deceit, and their negative intent.  But sometimes I think about the way people have behaved and I feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5788368990595412485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5788368990595412485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/operation-broken-heart-im-going-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZnmVYjyxXE/Tx9P49uZZKI/AAAAAAAACCg/EOppdSMs6h0/s72-c/brokfen-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7596342167990846697</id><published>2012-01-24T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:15:07.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY

Supplements work!  *High fives myself*

Sadness, fear, and feeling stuffed into isolation is gone!  Removed privacy settings on Facebook and I'm back :)  Commenting, saying stupid things, making an ass of myself on Facebook.  Emailing and connecting to people and making eye-contact with strangers is easy again.  Has the curse been lifted?

I've been working on an integrated theory that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7596342167990846697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7596342167990846697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-supplements-work-fives-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3903390142722904331</id><published>2012-01-24T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:18:34.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE CANARIES

After hitting another wall in my health, I did some more research and bought a few more supplements today to add to the array of supplements I already take daily.


Vitamin K - to help with liver function and for blood health
Calcium-Magnesium - for muscle and nerve relaxation and bone health
Theanine - to help my body convert extra glutamic acid into GABA, aids in calmer nerves and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3903390142722904331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3903390142722904331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/canary-after-hitting-another-wall-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PaYPCBD0pio/Tx5yzKj9kKI/AAAAAAAACCY/M5-7vBcgtKU/s72-c/canary_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6679373709474384040</id><published>2012-01-23T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:23:04.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un-SAFE

I'm being chemically affected right now - my body is shaking, I'm going through feelings of powerlessness, hopelessness, and rage, and I'm just sitting at the work desk mostly with my head down waiting for this feeling to go away.

Last night to please the host at the Chinese New Year dinner I ate some non-organic broccoli, bok choy, and some rice/quinoa mixture that I have NO IDEA what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6679373709474384040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6679373709474384040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/safe-im-being-chemically-affected-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4278870221234388562</id><published>2012-01-23T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:16:43.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
YOU'RE HIRED!

There's a general Facebook not to post any racy or incriminating pictures or status messages that might deter employers, as people have gotten fired or not hired over profiles that are too 'exciting'.

But a couple of years ago I needed to hire two people to work part-time at the bakery.  I received over 70 resumes and naturally - I did my own research on these potential hires.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4278870221234388562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4278870221234388562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/youre-hired-theres-general-facebook-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5683597835178518638</id><published>2012-01-23T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T03:56:49.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUOTE OF THE DAY:

‎"Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric." Bertrand Russell

I'M BACK

I found this (italicized below) on a forum regarding ENFPs, which is my personality type when I'm NOT brooding (I'm INFP in brood mode).  I brood 50% of the time and I'm zany 50% of the time.  Sometimes I think ENFPs are bipolar by nature.  Crap.  I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5683597835178518638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5683597835178518638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-back-i-found-this-italicized-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AgwwRx54fDU/Tx0fiVC2PcI/AAAAAAAACCQ/uVCqqoZwme4/s72-c/demotivational+poster+BREWERS+DROOP.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4505000462515120147</id><published>2012-01-22T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:59:48.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

IT'S YOURS IF YOU WANT IT






THE Bi-EAUTIFUL MIND



Many nights I think about my past year regarding friendships and love - and I wonder why I've encountered so many potholes along this leg of the journey.  Life's been giving me tough love, but I appreciate it now that I see it's made me a better, more finished person.



I spend a good amount of time on Facebook these days trying to get my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4505000462515120147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4505000462515120147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/bi-eautiful-mind-many-nights-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zD1P8Fkt2Hs/TxvPbVMtePI/AAAAAAAACCI/aZ3UJbAlZ08/s72-c/403160_10150520599994125_741014124_8920375_1160530077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1608677504260128771</id><published>2012-01-21T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:15:14.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DOUBUTSU URANAI

Karma sent me this link for Japanese personality fortune telling by birthdate.  I'm impressed.. this description fits me pretty well.  Plug in your own birthday and get your fortune told here:
http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/



January 8, 1981




You are Red Sheep who remains like a young girl with pure and innocent heart.
You do not forget consideration for others, and tries </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1608677504260128771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1608677504260128771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/doubutsu-uranai-karma-sent-me-this-link_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3S0U45E40Q0/Txp9XQU1bSI/AAAAAAAACBw/iQLW9i1Mmyc/s72-c/red+sheep.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6614354414520843903</id><published>2012-01-20T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:28:39.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TASKRABBIT

When my boss first told me about something called Taskrabbit I couldn't help but smirk back a laugh because I have a sick mind.  Hot - I want a Taskrabbit!  Wait, what is that?

Taskrabbit is a third party website that pairs people up with gigs.  You can offer up a gig of $20 to wash 3 loads of laundry, or offer up a gig of $40 to help you move for half a day, or offer up a gig of $20</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6614354414520843903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6614354414520843903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/morgan-freemans-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq7ly8vICZ8/TxnmfwjoZHI/AAAAAAAACBg/4kgOobWM4pE/s72-c/408165_10150495612037861_766777860_8855643_1587247732_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7328142881713376640</id><published>2012-01-19T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:16:29.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALCOHOLIC ROMANCE








Johnny Mathis is my go to Pandora Station when I want to romance a man.  There was a time when I had people over to my cozy cottage to chat for hours over candlelight at my espresso colored bar table, and drank bottles and bottles of wine - Pinot Noirs and Cabernet Sauvignons were my favorite - while Johnny Mathis crooned in the background.  People smiled and laughed a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7328142881713376640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7328142881713376640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/alcoholic-romance-johnny-mathis-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rXVKnFYUNI/TxjzS6zhG7I/AAAAAAAACAo/8xU8GApplpI/s72-c/c-pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1878273934325235352</id><published>2012-01-19T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:45:56.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

I was wrong.  I'm not completely healed from MSG sensitivity.



For over a week I've been eating almost nothing but 'normal' food because I believed I was completely healed.  I've been cramming burgers, bread, cheese, ice cream, cookies, cake, chips, even onion rings and HOT DOGS (ultimate MSG killer) into my system for days and days.  I felt GREAT... I was rarely having</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1878273934325235352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1878273934325235352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-was-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x71MlL6qQ_g/TxiQ1YHC55I/AAAAAAAACAg/mXCTpix1a0Q/s72-c/23622152_030_e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1921161353383911765</id><published>2012-01-18T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:45:13.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A FLAT CANVAS

A month ago during the blog-o-war, Karma wrote something to me along the lines of, "I read your blog but it's boring.  Your writing is one dimensional."  She said those words out of anger, but there's always truth to what's being said even in rage.  I didn't really quite get it at the time, but I knew exactly what she was talking about - and she's right.  My writing is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1921161353383911765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1921161353383911765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/month-ago-during-blog-o-war-karma-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fRjUBJyzK8/TxdGCU8YGBI/AAAAAAAACAU/9TTvvesGMMA/s72-c/city_homeless_cat_dsa04-019478-b-x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4615571393022454225</id><published>2012-01-17T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:11:25.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GONE IN 60 SECOND HELPINGS OF MEATLOAF

Okay, I didn't eat meatloaf, but I talk about meatloaf a lot because I find it inherently funny.  What's not funny about meatloaf?  You take cheap ground up beef, mix with with a bunch of lame and scrappy vegetables, mix in some egg and and breadcrumbs (because breadcrumbs make the meatloaf lighter, also you save money on cow), top it with ketchup, and you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4615571393022454225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4615571393022454225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/gone-in-60-second-helpings-of-meatloaf.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3614305545838241503</id><published>2012-01-15T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:35:46.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PLIGHT OF THE COMRADES

In case you're wondering, I did just play off the name of one of my favorite TV shows, "Flight of the Conchords."  All the characters are hilarious, from awkwardly cute and self-effacing bandmates, Bret and Jemaine; to their ineffective band manager, Murray; to their single crazed fan who follows them around everywhere, Melanie.  Jemaine's my favorite - he just has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3614305545838241503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3614305545838241503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/plight-of-comrades-in-case-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdrfkXckXVI/TxM75UFmDdI/AAAAAAAAB_c/ttM8sHUGgwA/s72-c/flight-of-conchords-screencap-jemaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1547262605612025656</id><published>2012-01-12T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:35:58.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I'M HEALING!


I feel guilty because I haven't been writing, not that anyone's really reading.  But I like keeping this blog up to date because it's like a log of my life, it's my Captain's Log.  From reading back in my blog, I can deduce emotional triggers, find patterns in my mania or depression flare ups, and generally have a photo album of memories painted in words.  My life is mostly ideas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1547262605612025656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1547262605612025656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-healing-i-feel-guilty-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-8423519234796075796</id><published>2012-01-11T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T00:03:58.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ESFJ

ESFJs - That's Myers-Briggs for Extroverted-Sensing-Feeling-Judging.  They're known for being people-people who observe birthdays, holidays, tradition, have an intense need to be liked, to nurture, and to follow the rules (and to see that others follow them as well).



The most famous ESFJ of all

From Myers-Briggs forum where the topic was "How to get along with ESFJs" from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8423519234796075796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8423519234796075796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/esfj-esfjs-thats-myers-briggs-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pb0PD_CYyA/Tw6TuOUC-tI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/PXuv0ZiLIgA/s72-c/Donald_Duck6.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-8483839962663844469</id><published>2012-01-11T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:01:41.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
SIMPLICITY








</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8483839962663844469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8483839962663844469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/simplicity.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4iiG3Fp0eg/Tw4GVP5iIJI/AAAAAAAAB_I/pc2V967K4Pc/s72-c/397235_220999424651828_151206238297814_497287_1485112695_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1638240184689586897</id><published>2012-01-10T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:52:09.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GUILE THEME GOES WITH EVERYTHING

My new favorite internet meme.  I don't think this one fully took off, but I just discovered it and it's got me guffawing for a good 30 minutes.  For some reason, I like the videos with black men dancing.

























</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1638240184689586897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1638240184689586897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/guile-theme-goes-with-everything-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7883518117737924654</id><published>2012-01-09T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:58:18.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EXCURSION

Excurse me? :)

Yesterday during the beginning of my milk thistle liver detox (wow, that detox is cruelly exhausting) where I'm taking milk thistle and still eating extra clean.  The silymarin compound in milk thistle is a strong antioxidant that protects the liver cells from toxins and helps in liver function so that it can properly produce enzymes and amino acids the body needs to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7883518117737924654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7883518117737924654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/excursion-excurse-me-yesterday-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFe98sFjh3A/TwuMK_nZ4gI/AAAAAAAAB-o/FRFQ7hPA6zk/s72-c/photo+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1488094068523006350</id><published>2012-01-07T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:38:25.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE ADVENTURE OF LINKS

No more detox talk.  I'm currently in restoration mode - no more flashbacks, only the process of old sickly cells in my body being replaced with new healthy cells.  Still keeps me tired but I'm in a great mood.

Here are some links that I'm going to keep here, because they entertain me, and they might entertain  you:

Overheard in the Goldman-Sachs Elevator
http://</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1488094068523006350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1488094068523006350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/overheard-in-goldman-sachs-elevator-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-230005581799411624</id><published>2012-01-06T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T18:05:52.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FORGIVENESS

I can feel it.  This morning I woke up with memories of 2001-2003.  Yesterday I had flashbacks to 2006-2007.

There's a 3 year gap and my pattern isn't working.  In retrospect, it makes sense.

Between 2003-2006 I was working out a lot.  I ran at the gym for 3 miles daily, and rarely ever skipped a day of working out.  I had a best friend who at the time was my ex-boyfriend Creatine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/230005581799411624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/230005581799411624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/forgiveness-i-can-feel-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-9060068922555605621</id><published>2012-01-05T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:56:06.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH CEE GEE

OH NO!  Now I'm having flashbacks to 2006-2007.

The first memory I had this morning as I was preparing my breakfast of leftovers was about this crusty old lady who's the grandmother-in-law of one of my good friends.  My friend had brought me over to their house for Christmas that year because my famiily was in a lot of turmoil during that time after my dad's stroke and I wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/9060068922555605621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/9060068922555605621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no-now-im-having-flashbacks-to-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n_tHdOZ6_tE/TwYqis1wyVI/AAAAAAAAB-g/1YawQRhYbNg/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-8549485084418221282</id><published>2012-01-04T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:31:00.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FLASHBACKS

Ah!  It's so weird.  As I'm detoxing I'm getting flashbacks.  Yesterday, I had flashbacks of the time period between 2010-2011.  Remember,  my  flashbacks are occurring in rapid rewind.

This morning I had flashbacks regarding my anger towards my ex-Jailbait circa 2008-2009 (who I'm totally fine with now and who's my little buddy) but for some reason old feelings and anger is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8549485084418221282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/8549485084418221282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/flashbacks-ah-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3606126753725830499</id><published>2012-01-03T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:41:10.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PLAY IT FORWARD

Last night I had a very telling dream about my health.  I've been having a hard time lately because of the detoxification symptoms that are affecting my body almost like a really good house cleaning.  I'm getting body aches, edema, headaches, revival of past anger I thought I've put away, etc.  The toxins, like dust in a house, needs to get stirred up into the bloodstream before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3606126753725830499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3606126753725830499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/play-it-forward-last-night-i-had-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGVTnK5Y5fk/TwNzDqh-ePI/AAAAAAAAB-U/qr84U8lobHI/s72-c/wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7084124417066454832</id><published>2012-01-01T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:11:02.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHIFTING LIKE THE SAND

Yesterday's post was ridiculous.  After I wrote it, I realized I was drunk.  Not from wine, beer, or even champagne, but drunk from the candida yeast die-off in my body.

I wrote about this once before, where the overgrowth of yeast in my gut releases alcohol.  I haven't felt drunk from the yeast for a long time but during this detox I'm going through it's retriggering old</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7084124417066454832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7084124417066454832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/shifting-like-sand-yesterdays-post-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1789307432413961332</id><published>2011-12-31T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:40:06.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE GREAT 'BALL' DROP

Just a warning to the queasy ones, I'm gonna talk sh*t.  Literally.

I haven't been writing for a couple of days, but there's a reason for this.  Bad science report again, but how can you dispute the evidence?

My third post praising the Earthcalm Home Protection Device regards it's repeated health benefits towards myself and also my pet chicken, Millie.  I didn't mention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1789307432413961332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1789307432413961332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-ball-drop-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eGxC_OvQWXo/TwNZaRPyUmI/AAAAAAAAB9w/aSO4ohy5A7E/s72-c/green+stool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5421873217436188431</id><published>2011-12-30T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:15:53.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MIRACLE ON **TH STREET

Okay, I was just about to give away my street number.  I can be so trusting sometimes.

In my last post, I wrote PRAISES about my EarthCalm Home Protector system, the $250 plug in unit that looks useless but for someone like me who's so akin to even the most slightest changes in chemical and electromagnetic environment, it's done wonders for me.  The science behind the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5421873217436188431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5421873217436188431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/miracle-on-th-street-okay-i-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-edSbNhhsPYs/Tv4w4VzoaAI/AAAAAAAAB9k/uvp0-sn0oD0/s72-c/magnets_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2162278913968178026</id><published>2011-12-29T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:31:53.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESPERATION-ADO



Okay, that didn't really work.  Desperado-ation?



I've been desperate lately, desperate for answers, desperate to find peace, desperate to find clarity, and desperate to find stability.  Luckily I have MJ in my life to help me through all this, but I tend to be a loner when it come to everything I deal with because only I know exactly what goes on in my body.



Looking back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2162278913968178026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2162278913968178026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/desperation-ado-okay-that-didnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmxTC7HP5CI/TvwqOQad5YI/AAAAAAAAB84/MMVREwg8ryw/s72-c/earthcalm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6864670615096502056</id><published>2011-12-28T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:41:48.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONNECT THE DOTS

(La la la la!)

I've been reading quite a bit about Vitamin B12, since I've been having so much trouble finding a good one to take that doesn't put me in a funk.

Yesterday was terribly emotional for me - as healing as it was in it's weird cry-your-heart-out kinda way, I was still snotting and sniffling all over the place feeling sorry for myself about my health which isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6864670615096502056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6864670615096502056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/connecting-more-dots-ive-been-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-770760596553671072</id><published>2011-12-27T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T14:33:42.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND





Even though I'm having a hard time verbalizing my thoughts right now (see last post - not in writing mode) I was saddened by a quote that showed up on my Facebook today from the movie "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"

"I already forget how I used to feel about you."
I brought tears to my eyes because one thing I'm dealing with that's been very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/770760596553671072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/770760596553671072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/of-spotless-mind-even-though-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kWmkPe8K5E/TvoyZiOndTI/AAAAAAAAB8g/H2BnKUe-XkI/s72-c/eternal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5104875463069828167</id><published>2011-12-27T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:52:12.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B COMPLEX

It's been a rough week.  It's actually hard for me to type right now because I'm 'poisoned' by some new B-Complex vitamins that I'm trying.  I found the safest B-complex I could at Whole Foods - the fillers were primarily magnesium stearate, silica, and rice bran powder, and aloe vera gel.  I realize that I might be deficient in B vitamins and folic acid because my body's been going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5104875463069828167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5104875463069828167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/b-complex-its-been-rough-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1823505115339479895</id><published>2011-12-26T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:41:40.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MILLIE - THE BOY CHICKEN

See below, Millie perched on the edge of his Tupperware home.  He's been doing this every night since last week.  New and strange behavior for him, but I figure he enjoys it because birds are meant to perch.  Like a cat that climbs a tree but can't come down, he actually doesn't know how to step down from his perch.  Every morning I have to carry him down so that he can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1823505115339479895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1823505115339479895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/rabbit-hole-ive-never-been-one-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wN2IiuHqrQ/Tvj5LSEfdoI/AAAAAAAAB8U/2ErA8olm9d4/s72-c/photo+%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6338004934471070090</id><published>2011-12-24T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:13:33.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A LONG 5 DAYS

I've been MIA for the last few days just because I wasn't feeling particularly well and I was super busy at work.  Usually busyness wouldn't stop me from writing but I was going through some things that I needed to work out in my head.

Meeting MJ's grandparents for the first time today.  They're classy people so I'm going to wear my classy mauve dress with my classy nude shoes... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6338004934471070090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6338004934471070090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-5-days-ive-been-mia-for-last-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70tPvw3dQtU/Tva-mGVlNeI/AAAAAAAAB78/3y6zXpMBqY0/s72-c/water+distiller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-695104355183259746</id><published>2011-12-21T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:55:29.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I woke up at 1am and couldn't fall back asleep until 5am.  I wasn't anxious, tired, or worried... I just couldn't sleep.

Still have a headache and overall feelings of being underwater today.  Again, been eating clean, haven't been smoking, haven't been drinking coffee...

Also, Millie's been acting really strange lately.  He flew out of the bathtub this morning ... he's only done that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/695104355183259746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/695104355183259746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-night-i-woke-up-at-1am-and-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6288888734879948939</id><published>2011-12-20T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:25:52.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ELECTROMAGNETIC SENSITIVITY

Last Saturday, MJ and I rode the BART train into San Francisco so that we could visit the Apple Store.  He wanted to pick up a new soundsystem with AirPlay to replace his dinosaur boombox and he wanted to give me my Christmas gift - which was an iPhone 4s.

Granted, I was super excited to ride the BART train because it'd been eons since I've ridden one of those things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6288888734879948939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6288888734879948939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/electromagnetic-sensitivity-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2206140875320722046</id><published>2011-12-19T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:49:53.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
SOUNDTRACK



New music at the bakery today.  It's super busy here.








</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2206140875320722046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2206140875320722046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/soundtrack-dec19.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5909212938183808683</id><published>2011-12-19T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:05:15.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE DARK SIDE

I came into work this morning and got this text message from my coworker:

"I had weird stomach flu puking and diarrhea all day yesterday.  I feel a little better today and i know it's gonna be busy but do you still want me to come?"

My answer, not in these words exactly:  "F*** no."

What a great text to start a new week.  This weekend was an anomaly.  I actually don't remember </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5909212938183808683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5909212938183808683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/dark-side-i-came-into-work-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LV_WSudlBCQ/Tu_RIMAmf5I/AAAAAAAAB7A/wQhat1p9gZg/s72-c/Drive-Scorpion-Jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7893685337113168304</id><published>2011-12-18T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T18:50:57.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
HEY DJ



It's abnormal for me to read bios of singers I like but Mayer Hawthorne's story caught my eye.



It turns out Mayer Hawthorne (the other white boy in my life) was once in a rap group called the Athletic Mic League and his dream was never to become a soul singer (as he didn't have any formal vocal training) but to become a rapper.  His smooth, Velveeta sound that's part Boz Scaggs part</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7893685337113168304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7893685337113168304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFefZFUYd8Y/Tu6YH_8BHXI/AAAAAAAAB6o/kRm5BtaiUx4/s72-c/Mayer_Hawthorne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2441197786179092310</id><published>2011-12-17T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:09:30.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
SATURDAY 6PM



Vanilli (the hamster) escaped for the second time this week.  I found her in the corner of my closet, sleeping in a nest of chewed up terry bathmat and sunflower seeds.  I keep Vanilli's food in an open ziploc bag on the bathroom floor so she found her way in there, stuffed her cheeks full of sunflower seeds then hid in her corner.





Vanilli's jaws did this.  Holey Bathmat, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2441197786179092310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2441197786179092310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-6pm-vanilli-hamster-escaped.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkiSmSbhheI/Tu1XrExcqPI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/TPieB_Jk39Y/s72-c/IMG_20111217_182549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-177133730610946406</id><published>2011-12-16T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:35:52.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Highpolar

I'm too high to finish the Bipolar post.  Got MJ a Volcano vaporizer.. Let me tell youuuu :) We tested it out, AND IT'S GREAT.

Heehee.  Huh huh.

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Saturday 4:20pm

Get it?  Anyway... I HIGH-ly recommend the Volcano Vaporizer for people who can benefit from 'aromatherapy' :)

It costs a pretty penny but it's worth it for self-medicators whose lungs are taking a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/177133730610946406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/177133730610946406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/highpolar-im-too-high-to-finish-bipolar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2505435844883712366</id><published>2011-12-16T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:39:03.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIPOLAR (This post is a placeholder)

I'm working on a post right now that talks about my experience with bipolarity - and how it's been triggered and how I handle my manic and depressive states.  I realize that when I'm not chemically affected I'm a normal everyday Jane, but as soon as certain chemicals enter my body a flip switches, like I almost toggle between two Sophias.  I either turn into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2505435844883712366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2505435844883712366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/bipolar-this-post-is-placeholder-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3072304720576875706</id><published>2011-12-15T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:24:46.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY HERO

Written by Tara Smith, founder of Tara Firma Farms.  This was in my CSA newsletter.  I never read those things but this letter caught my eye for some reason.  She IS my hero.





“You are my hero”.  

Someone said that to me last week.  They were referring to the jump from the corporate world to farming.  “Hero” is an interesting label.   I think of a hero as someone who shows great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3072304720576875706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3072304720576875706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/written-by-tara-smith-founder-of-tara.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrdhXxfQxYM/TupCFdRZEXI/AAAAAAAAB5E/3crIt20VHcw/s72-c/tarafirma032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2399470889540923250</id><published>2011-12-14T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:41:09.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE CUSTODY BATTLE

Oh, I don't know if I should write the story about the 'custody battle' but thinking about it made me guffaw in the bakery.  It's too funny and it was tipped off by watching the following video:
















I think I'll leave just leave this right here... sitting on the idea for now.  *taps feet*  Trying to bite my tongue, I mean, bite my fingers so I don't type it out...
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2399470889540923250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2399470889540923250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/custody-battle-oh-i-dont-know-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KttAsX5Z75s/Tuk-V9xs1aI/AAAAAAAAB40/ZQvSiDHxHjg/s72-c/seal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3289031093302428532</id><published>2011-12-13T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:33:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



YOU BETTER NOT CRY!






WHY IS THE MIDDLE FINGER OFFENSIVE?




http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/110320

Funny, I just realized that the captions can be interchanged between the pictures :)  See below.

Why is the middle finger offensive?





You better not cry!









NOT VEGETARIAN NOR VEGAN... BUT


http://www.nypost.com/p/entertainment/food/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3289031093302428532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3289031093302428532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/commentary-to-come-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RwJcjMmE9aw/Tujz8dI0s3I/AAAAAAAAB4k/Lb_wntdFyxw/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4158427783436348998</id><published>2011-12-13T16:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:24:28.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAST WALTZ

It was one of the last nights we spent together.  He'd uploaded several episodes of "In Search of Perfection" the cooking show on creating the perfect dish hosted by Heston Blumenthal to my laptop as a gift since he didn't have very much money to buy me a physical gift.  And of course, we'd gone through a couple bottles of wine from Lodi where he works.

Before bed, he said, "Sophia, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4158427783436348998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4158427783436348998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oW0qhOewHzI/TugWbPyRoxI/AAAAAAAAB4U/yD-u3bkbekc/s72-c/IMG_20110422_201826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1881584385293624311</id><published>2011-12-13T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:44:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE SOCIALABLE LONER

I peeked into the ENFP forums on Facebook today and saw this thread.  Because I am an INFP/ENFP as well this caught my eye.  How similar I am to these people here.

Highlighted the parts that really resonate with me and describe me to the T.  I mean the NFP :)












I am INFP / ENFP borderline. Though when my mood is up I'm more ENFP.Does anyone ever get frustrated at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1881584385293624311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1881584385293624311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/socialable-i-peeked-into-enfp-forums-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-an62BGr2H2Q/Tue6998qRXI/AAAAAAAAB4M/o_zW0nx5TlI/s72-c/clam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-408956809717980748</id><published>2011-12-12T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:44:04.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
23 PIG PILE-UP!



Here's a picture I got off Facebook of pigs keeping warm at Massa Organics Farm.  That's the farm I rave about that supplies me with Sophia Safe almond butter and brown rice :)



Isn't this so pig-turesque?



http://www.massaorganics.com/





SLOGAN CONTESTS



I have a particular knack for thinking up slogans when you get my pun-divided attention :)



Massa Organics held </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/408956809717980748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/408956809717980748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/23-pig-pile-up-heres-picture-i-got-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ArdZdgAvFTc/TubYYKTt4oI/AAAAAAAAB30/xArCgSaIn_A/s72-c/340312_10150417420838191_62527123190_8513667_252903321_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5894276408639236866</id><published>2011-12-12T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:53:14.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE CURE - MINT CAR

HAHA!  I just realized how irritating posting songs with lyrics is.  But The Cure is one of my favorite bands and here's a song with lyrics that I think we can all identify one time in our lives before we became jaded and grumpy.

But love exists - there's someone for everyone.  For some others, there's something called 'blogging' :)























The sun is up
I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5894276408639236866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5894276408639236866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/cure-mint-car-sun-is-up-im-so-happy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5029171481010446472</id><published>2011-12-12T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:59:05.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
BAKERY HUMOR



Today the flour/sugar/butter delivery guy came in to the bakery and dropped off our ingredients.  It's obviously a busy bakery production here so he says, "Busy, busy ain't it?"



And I said to him, "Yep, it's the holidays.  How are the other bakeries doing?  Have you encountered any fruitcakes lately?"



*slaps thighs!*







SOUNDTRACK



This is the soundtrack at the bakery</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5029171481010446472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5029171481010446472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/soundtrack-this-is-soundtrack-at-bakery.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6084800217232061197</id><published>2011-12-12T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T09:27:51.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DON'T WANT TO WORK, I JUST WANT TO BANG ON THE DRUM ALL DAY

I don't watch much TV because there's so much entertainment going on in my head already :)
But one show I love SO much is "Live from Daryl's House" which is an internet TV show where Daryl Hall from Hall &amp; Oates invites artists such as Trent Reznor to Train to Mayer Hawthorne over to play music and jam with him in his barn (barn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6084800217232061197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6084800217232061197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/todd-lungren-live-from-daryls-house-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-821037831240261561</id><published>2011-12-11T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:19:19.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MYERS-BRIGGS TEST

This Myers-Briggs test is a bit different than most.  Most Myers-Briggs tests test for what your personality type is.  This one tests you, not only for your personality type, but what kind of personality type you'd like to be, and what personality type most attracts you.

http://similarminds.com/pref_jung.html

I had MJ take the test as he helped me out at work today (he boxed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/821037831240261561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/821037831240261561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/myers-briggs-test-this-myers-briggs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygSGwkAbJ3I/TuV_KW8WM2I/AAAAAAAAB3U/bOvvnanxwN0/s72-c/IMG_20111211_201011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4155303689868673006</id><published>2011-12-11T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:55:54.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
MSTRKRFT



FRSHPRNCFBLR!






































WHY MEN AND WOMEN CAN'T BE FRIENDS

HAHAHAHA!  No wonder my guy friends disappear when I start dating.  I've had what I call "scavenger" guy friends who prey on me when I'm newly heartbroken, have a void to fill, and I'm looking for a rebound. I end up kissing them when drunk and I let them hold my hand....yeah.  That is never good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4155303689868673006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4155303689868673006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/mstrkrft-i-love-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/117/287943728_fc4c21e8c0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3582289869457927532</id><published>2011-12-10T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T21:22:12.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'D LIKE A SLICE, PLEASE

I cried before bed last night.  I guess lately with all the pressing stress of having to crunch out holiday orders in addition to the stress of knowing that some of my decisions to move on with my life have hurt other people I've been particularly prone to crying.  But what set off the waterworks was pizza.

Pizza.  Seriously, Sophia?



(This picture isn't of the actual</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3582289869457927532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3582289869457927532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-like-slice-please-i-cried-before-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kxJenET9ids/ShhIsGWTq8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/lJvmY8wnMK0/s72-c/Page_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2311791129720293277</id><published>2011-12-09T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T20:25:55.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
STUFF

I'm proud to say, I don't have much stuff.  In fact, when I receive stuff as gifts, I actually get a little bit uncomfortable because living a lean and clean life is of utmost important to me.  That's why I live in such a small cottage (about 400 square feet) and it can hold everything I own without clutter, without mess.

This is an old picture of my place..  Notice the wine on the table</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2311791129720293277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2311791129720293277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/stuff-im-proud-to-say-i-dont-have-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9oWu3fvBamo/TuQwRkTAb3I/AAAAAAAAB2c/j0UmGtqtOGQ/s72-c/IMG_20110306_094026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-5533053107816189339</id><published>2011-12-09T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:26:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA



Okay, I have to admit, I find this incredibly amusing.  I have an odd mix of friends, from stick up the *** square types to people who do hydroponic home farming - if you know what I'm saying.  People give me strange gifts like drawings, Chinatown slippers, and mixed CDs.



They also give me stuff like this:






Friend: "Hey Sophie, I got something for you."
Me: "Is it what I think it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5533053107816189339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/5533053107816189339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/haha-okay-i-have-to-admit-i-find-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPU2-wO2MbA/TuK61sHBmWI/AAAAAAAAB18/nz-MuTy-e5c/s72-c/IMG_20111209_174513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-3759107900948131959</id><published>2011-12-09T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:39:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY BAD



So here's an example of a blog post that I'm not proud of.  If you notice, I go in and edit my blog posts with notes occasionally when I'm wrong.



http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html#6081120468414822046



It was one of those moments where I was told about this blacklist by the very girl I was trying to make terms with in my head - hence the bipolar love/hate posts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3759107900948131959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/3759107900948131959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-bad-so-heres-example-of-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-9194460966676752596</id><published>2011-12-09T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T11:49:52.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PLAY LOUDER!

Okay, I'm on a 'Louder' theme right now.  One of my coworkers is in a punk rock band called Uzi Rash.  Here's a pretty awesome video his friend made as a music video for one of this songs:


"Totally Fired" by Uzi Rash from Owen Cook on Vimeo.

That's my coworker!  And he makes damn good cupcakes :)

Anyway, if you know anything about the punk scene it's not just a style of music, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/9194460966676752596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/9194460966676752596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/play-louder-okay-im-on-louder-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-1515127288156891597</id><published>2011-12-08T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:23:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
WRITE LOUDER







After turning off my blog because I was being cyberbullied by Karma (Known as "C" on her blog) her harassing, maniacal emails came to a standstill.  She got what she wanted.  Actually, I think people who dislike this blog for reasons that I can only speculate are happy that this blog was turned off.



And I wondered why this blog was such a threat to people to the point </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1515127288156891597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/1515127288156891597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_sLUZ6fPqk/TuGHEZN3QeI/AAAAAAAAB10/1PTR80K7NoY/s72-c/379924_284849064884746_253184331384553_762666_996856837_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-4803702201280486281</id><published>2011-12-08T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:36:33.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE CAT

The cat's out of the bag: MJ is Shrooms' (Y's) ex.  Hold your judgement.  It's not as it seems.

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Last night he dropped off a vase of roses with a card that said, "Sophia" on the envelope.





I picked up the flowers and opened the door, tears streamed out of my eyes as I went into my house after a long day of being cyberharrassed.  I was tired!

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4803702201280486281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/4803702201280486281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/cats-out-of-bag-im-dating-shrooms-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0-1-4IOXCg/TuQfqiPOzRI/AAAAAAAAB2E/nzlFTgRXzng/s72-c/IMG_20111207_200902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-7270551753111516975</id><published>2011-12-07T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:20:46.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AND BACK TO REAL LIFE...

Today was kind of bad - that whole situation with Karma.  Karma's never been that nice to me, not the person, but karma, like Buddhist karma.  But lately, it's been better but karma is coming back as Karma and I've expected it - hope you didn't lose me there.  As well as I act like it rolls off me, it hits me pretty hard that someone I actually cared about went off on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7270551753111516975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/7270551753111516975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-thank-you-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-2941306826711453162</id><published>2011-12-07T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T19:13:28.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, today was an interesting day.  Was tipped off this morning to Karma's rage on her Facebook page after I dropped her after realizing her need to rage on me.  Fair enough, she's the type to rage anyway.

So she wrote some blog entries about me (see two entries below).  Fair enough.  She's entitled to her opinion.

What really got me was how she seemed to sympathize with Shrooms.  Fair enough, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2941306826711453162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/2941306826711453162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-today-was-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3833038.post-6378115607945492569</id><published>2011-12-07T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:23:58.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Narcissistic traits

Thomas suggests that narcissists typically display most, sometimes all, of the following traits:[18]

An obvious self-focus in interpersonal exchanges
Problems in sustaining satisfying relationships
A lack of psychological awareness (see insight in psychology and psychiatry, egosyntonic)
Difficulty with empathy
Problems distinguishing the self from others (see narcissism and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6378115607945492569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3833038/posts/default/6378115607945492569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cornypuff.blogspot.com/2011/12/clinical-narcissism-narcissistic-traits.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174525526529393222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPc3v625L40/SVBqIt3EoMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rgQPApMQ82Q/S220/boat+soph.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
