<?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-1335200424316262628</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:25:45.957-04:00</updated><category term='journal entry'/><category term='&apos;confessions&apos;'/><category term='first post'/><category term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><category term='social commentary'/><category term='misc'/><category term='spiritual matters'/><category term='coming out'/><title type='text'>being REAL</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts on being myself despite supposed arguments to the contrary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3915200847045767867</id><published>2011-07-04T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:57:18.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>feeling free</title><summary type='text'>Some people use the beginning of a new year as a time for establishing goals or a "fresh start" on whatever they feel they need to address. To a degree, I am among those people, but I also use many other dates as mental springboards for renewing efforts in areas I perceive as needing attention. The first day of spring, Easter, first day of summer, my birthday, and even the 4th of July are all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3915200847045767867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3915200847045767867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3915200847045767867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3915200847045767867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2011/07/feeling-free.html' title='feeling free'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3672303214735210324</id><published>2011-05-30T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:09:19.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will explain later...</title><summary type='text'>
I have moved this blog to the following address:

http://marlobeing.blogspot.com



For now, any new posts will be made to both this and the new address, but eventually, the blog here will be deleted altogether.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3672303214735210324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3672303214735210324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3672303214735210324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3672303214735210324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-will-explain-later.html' title='I will explain later...'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-9221376148316407135</id><published>2011-05-29T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:27:10.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old good news</title><summary type='text'>about two months ago I came across a story on CNN that made me happy for at least three reasons:  1. On a general note, I’m happy that finally, the military decided NOT to kick an individual out of service simply due to sexual orientation.  2. More personally, since I’m a fan of the Navy, I’m happy that the Navy was the first branch of the military to come to such a decision. My dad was in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9221376148316407135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=9221376148316407135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/9221376148316407135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/9221376148316407135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-good-news.html' title='old good news'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3276035454905387391</id><published>2011-04-04T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T19:57:39.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>Feeling Fortunate</title><summary type='text'>In an effort to increase my sense of connection with my church community, I felt the desire to discuss my sexuality with a woman from church who visits with me at least monthly (yes, my visiting teacher). I don’t consider myself closeted, but within the church environment, conversation that has anything to do with my sexuality just doesn’t happen and I don’t feel the need to make any general </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3276035454905387391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3276035454905387391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3276035454905387391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3276035454905387391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling-fortunate.html' title='Feeling Fortunate'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6021549267477446939</id><published>2010-06-30T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:26:06.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>Happy Pride Baby</title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday I made the approximately two and a half hour drive to New York City to participate in the 5 mile Pride Run. This is the 29th year the race has been held and, at least, the third time I’ve run this race. I think I enjoy the race more each time, despite the fact that this year I am by far in the worst physical shape I’ve been in while trying to run. The majority of the 3,500 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6021549267477446939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6021549267477446939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6021549267477446939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6021549267477446939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-pride-baby.html' title='Happy Pride Baby'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/TCv8vOf5DhI/AAAAAAAABmI/LASOffvxtd4/s72-c/0626101035c_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1839201288714980100</id><published>2010-03-07T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:38:30.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>wheels spinning</title><summary type='text'>
Three years ago I started this blog with the intention of using it as a means of getting out of my head (and heart) various experiences, feelings, and thoughts I have confronted while coming to a better understanding of my sexuality and how that sexuality would fit into my life. Currently, a great deal of those thoughts, feelings, and experiences remain unexpressed as I have perpetually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1839201288714980100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1839201288714980100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1839201288714980100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1839201288714980100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/wheels-spinning.html' title='wheels spinning'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3549134514410840589</id><published>2009-07-26T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:41:22.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>mixed blessings</title><summary type='text'>a couple years ago, maybe three now, in response to my then relatively new sorting through of homosexual attractions I made a decision to distance myself emotionally/spiritually from religious application. In general this meant, I put up walls and did not make any conscious efforts to actively apply my religious beliefs within day to day living. 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Following lunch, I decided to go to the drive through car wash. After I apparently fed my credit card erroneously into the reader, the following message came up on the display - "bad orientation". DAG, those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5074388852487168561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5074388852487168561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5074388852487168561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5074388852487168561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/pervasive-agendas.html' title='pervasive agendas'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6334185785929694780</id><published>2008-12-21T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:54:54.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>did not notice</title><summary type='text'>with the wind howling outside (wind chills currently in the single digits and projected to be below zero by morning) I am thinking of warm summer days. On one of those days this past summer I was visiting with my mom and sister. A couple of men walked by outside my sister's large living room picture window. They were nearly side by side and the older gentleman was closest to the window. I noticed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6334185785929694780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6334185785929694780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6334185785929694780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6334185785929694780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-not-notice.html' title='did not notice'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1712202617855089393</id><published>2008-11-23T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:53:07.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>civility in section 425</title><summary type='text'>three weeks ago I had the opportunity to attend a Monday night NFL game in Washington D.C.  I was excited to go as I had never seen a live, national football league game before and my favorite team, the Pittsburgh Steelers, was playing. However, I was a little anxious about showing up at the home field of the Washington Redskins wearing my Steelers jersey and baseball cap. As it turned out, there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1712202617855089393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1712202617855089393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1712202617855089393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1712202617855089393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/civility-in-section-425.html' title='civility in section 425'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5798395688301821730</id><published>2008-11-02T21:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:45:07.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Drag</title><summary type='text'>I have mentioned before my affinity for men's clothing. As a result of this affinity and despite having no legitimate reason to wear them, I own three ties. I've picked them up over the past couple years while happening to go through the men's section of department stores during some good sale and a certain pattern or color catching my attention. A couple days before Halloween, I thought, "hey I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5798395688301821730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5798395688301821730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5798395688301821730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5798395688301821730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-drag.html' title='Halloween Drag'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/SQ5rzcxeLmI/AAAAAAAAA3M/-LLtoYsN_is/s72-c/1031081019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1112270763912859851</id><published>2008-10-27T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:04:47.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>that's what I get.....</title><summary type='text'>....for having a crush on an RM. No, I'm not referring to the LDS version of an RM (return missionary), but rather someone whose initials are RM. So as to not have my post show up on internet searches I will continue to refer to her as RM. She has done news commentary on satellite radio for some time and recently began a news commentary show on a cable television station. I also caught her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1112270763912859851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1112270763912859851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1112270763912859851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1112270763912859851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-what-i-get.html' title='that&apos;s what I get.....'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4273497113648129379</id><published>2008-10-10T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:19:19.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>yes, I run like a girl...</title><summary type='text'>...try to keep up. So read one of the running shirts on sale at a "Health Expo" held for a couple days as a lead up to the Baltimore Running Festival. Me and my little feet will be covering the 13.1 miles of the half-marathon tomorrow (albeit very slowly). While traveling by foot for such distances my mind has a lot of time to think which means tomorrow might be more difficult mentally then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4273497113648129379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4273497113648129379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4273497113648129379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4273497113648129379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-run-like-girl.html' title='yes, I run like a girl...'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-816324771662719830</id><published>2008-09-16T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:19:15.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>Bishop talk</title><summary type='text'>this past week I had a conversation with my Bishop that included some discussion regarding my sexuality. Including this one, I've had all of two conversations with my Bishop where this topic was discussed. He asked a general how am I doing question and I responded by explaining I was working through self built walls originally erected around the time I began  dealing  with my homosexual desires </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/816324771662719830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=816324771662719830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/816324771662719830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/816324771662719830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/bishop-talk.html' title='Bishop talk'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5150109679394240413</id><published>2008-09-11T23:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:22:14.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>remembering</title><summary type='text'>7 years ago today, I didn't cry. I was too angry and I refused to let myself cry. The national events of the day stirred up emotions of past personal experiences and all I felt was mad. The History channel showed a documentary this evening compiled completely of video taken by people who were in the midst of what happened in Manhattan. Today I cried....a little. Perhaps, one day I will overcome </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5150109679394240413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5150109679394240413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5150109679394240413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5150109679394240413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering.html' title='remembering'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4060045437324401973</id><published>2008-09-03T22:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:43:29.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>psuedosecurity</title><summary type='text'>A relatively small, seaside town, Rehoboth Beach, has been an annual destination for me for the past four summers. The community is known (at least in gay circles) for being gay friendly. Among all the many shops, clubs, and places to eat, there are a number of establishments that are specifically geared towards gay clientele. Many other businesses not so specifically geared towards gays make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4060045437324401973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4060045437324401973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4060045437324401973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4060045437324401973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/09/psuedosecurity.html' title='psuedosecurity'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2706349052981468088</id><published>2008-08-20T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:41:14.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>Olympic observation</title><summary type='text'>there are a lot of good looking female athletes in the Olympics. I've always been a fan of the Olympics, love the Olympic ideal of the world peacefully coming together in athletic competition (even if that ideal is overshadowed by real world politics and commercialism), and enjoy watching the achievements of various athletes. But I have never before noticed the good looks of said athletes. Why is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2706349052981468088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2706349052981468088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2706349052981468088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2706349052981468088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-observation.html' title='Olympic observation'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3774586673649790033</id><published>2008-07-15T20:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:40:11.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>bathroom observation</title><summary type='text'>at work....three stalls....middle stall the only available....After entering I notice that on either side of me are a pair of feet in open-toed sandals with brightly colored toe nails exposed. My feet? - Completely clad in a well-worn pair of Doc Martens.Hmm, I wonder who the lesbian leaning individual might be? :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3774586673649790033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3774586673649790033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3774586673649790033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3774586673649790033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/bathroom-observation.html' title='bathroom observation'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/SH6w7g21KXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LAaQXj5ERFU/s72-c/dr+marten.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1516610938142003867</id><published>2008-07-09T17:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:30:52.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>one less pamphlet</title><summary type='text'>I get to help out in the materials center at church. When the church published the pamphlet God Loveth His Children, written to LDS members who are attracted to their own gender, I quietly ordered some copies and placed them in the materials center in a multi-tiered  rack that has a large array of various themed pamphlets. Over the past couple months a couple have been taken when I was not around</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1516610938142003867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1516610938142003867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1516610938142003867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1516610938142003867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-less-pamphlet.html' title='one less pamphlet'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8326799754828776146</id><published>2008-06-29T22:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:59:09.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saved by the (school) bell</title><summary type='text'>two posts back, I mentioned my desire and hesitance at playing in a softball league this summer. I had just about convinced myself to go ahead and face the fear, but then, three weeks ago, I found out that a deadline for the final paper for my degree is in July not in December as I previously thought. Can you say crunch time? All other personal issues will have to be addressed at a later date....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8326799754828776146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8326799754828776146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8326799754828776146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8326799754828776146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/06/saved-by-school-bell.html' title='saved by the (school) bell'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3297683753935166356</id><published>2008-06-17T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:11:02.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>missed timing</title><summary type='text'>for my job, I have a government issued id badge that I wear around my neck. Not only is the id necessary to show who I am to skeptical people wondering who is at their door, but also, without the id, I can't get into the building where I work. While walking back to my workplace after grabbing a bit of something to eat (read junk food), three people were walking in the other direction towards me -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3297683753935166356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3297683753935166356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3297683753935166356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3297683753935166356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/06/missed-timing.html' title='missed timing'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2420478597969602623</id><published>2008-05-12T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:11:30.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>rejoining the team.....</title><summary type='text'>....maybe.  A few years back I played on a community softball team (yeah, place a check next to that stereotype). Some of my teammates would affectionately joke regarding the "token straight girls" on the team. We had a good time, enjoyed the summer hanging out with each other, and occasionally won some games.A week or so ago, as I entered the area in which they were standing, a coworker was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2420478597969602623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2420478597969602623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2420478597969602623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2420478597969602623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/05/rejoining-team.html' title='rejoining the team.....'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8159288754219415577</id><published>2008-04-20T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:04:11.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>conference lines</title><summary type='text'>Watching General Conference is something to which I regularly look forward. All of the talks are filled with potentially beneficial information and instruction. I say potentially because what one takes from General Conference is mostly dependent upon one's individual circumstances (both internal and external). Three ideas stuck out to me with respect to living the gospel while being attracted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8159288754219415577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8159288754219415577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8159288754219415577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8159288754219415577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/conference-lines.html' title='conference lines'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2031033905571308406</id><published>2008-04-13T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:23:09.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>crazy job stress</title><summary type='text'>I guess at least one positive comes from being quite nearly, completely overwhelmed with job demands - not much time or energy left over to even notice attractive human beings and much less be concerned with desires to develop same gender, romantic relationships. I might consider this kind of mentally and emotionally draining, job experience as a possible, long-term solution for dealing with sga </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2031033905571308406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2031033905571308406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2031033905571308406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2031033905571308406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-job-stress.html' title='crazy job stress'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2723738864924997109</id><published>2008-03-31T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:53:36.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>early publication</title><summary type='text'>a coworker of mine handed me a photocopy of an excerpt from an article published in a trade magazine in 1943 regarding the supervision of women employees. Two of my favorite points were the following:Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make allowances for feminine psychology. A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2723738864924997109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2723738864924997109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2723738864924997109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2723738864924997109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/03/early-publication.html' title='early publication'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-227249348583792806</id><published>2008-03-02T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:06:10.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>march birthdays</title><summary type='text'>two women with whom I had a friendship and who played a significant role in the initial year of my coming out both have birthdays in march within a week of each other. I no longer enjoy friendship with either of these women and both the friendships ended somewhat abruptly and with a good deal of hurt as I would have preferred to continue the friendships. ::sigh::  perhaps someday I will get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/227249348583792806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=227249348583792806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/227249348583792806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/227249348583792806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-birthdays.html' title='march birthdays'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6927305516388516446</id><published>2008-02-24T13:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:17:28.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>perspective</title><summary type='text'>Chapter 17 of first Nephi in the Book of Mormon is the chapter where Nephi is commanded by God to build a ship and Nephi's brothers give him a hard time about that. When reading this chapter recently, I noticed the different points of view Nephi and his brothers had regarding their wilderness journey to that point. Nephi talks about being greatly blessed by God in their journeyings, so much so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6927305516388516446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6927305516388516446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6927305516388516446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6927305516388516446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/perspective.html' title='perspective'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7704934477489151119</id><published>2008-02-19T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:42:11.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>full disclosure</title><summary type='text'>the communication among the females in my family of origin has a certain flow. Among the four of us (Mom and two sisters), there is a general understanding that something said to one may be communicated to all. In the rare instance a reason might exist for not immediately sharing some bit of information, that fact is noted by the sharer and respected by the sharee. During a recent conversation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7704934477489151119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7704934477489151119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7704934477489151119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7704934477489151119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/full-disclosure.html' title='full disclosure'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5292682915206324693</id><published>2008-02-10T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:59:16.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>desk top view</title><summary type='text'>I had this pic of a good friend of mine that I quite liked (both the pic and the friend) that I used as my desk top background for a while. I really liked seeing her face whenever I turned on my computer. Course, as it turns out, seeing her face on my screen only led to me staring at her, which only led to me longing for the kind of relationship I can never have.::sigh::yeah, so the desktop pic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5292682915206324693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5292682915206324693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5292682915206324693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5292682915206324693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/desk-top-view.html' title='desk top view'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4213527637801652530</id><published>2008-02-06T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:02:57.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>either or</title><summary type='text'> as I'm leaving the gym with my bag over my shoulder, I look down at the purse-like apparatus next to my torso and think, "I don't know, Marlo. This is bordering on looking girly." Perhaps it's the effect of exercise endorphins, but I comfortably smile, enjoying my moment of femininity. Just as I'm settled in this moment of feminine enjoyment, I reach my car, notice the contents of the passenger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4213527637801652530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4213527637801652530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4213527637801652530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4213527637801652530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/either-or.html' title='either or'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/R6pjm1uf4YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q7nLRC1CBoM/s72-c/0205082022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4551374450987614101</id><published>2008-02-05T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:24:29.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><summary type='text'>Hello, my name is...  (While thinking of writing another post, I imagined including internal dialoge in which I referred to myself by name. As that thought occurred, I first considered editing out my name, but I'm thinking I no longer have a need for an alias.) ...Marlo.Yes, that is actually the name by which I am known in the every day world, but I'll refrain from mentioning my last name. While </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4551374450987614101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4551374450987614101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4551374450987614101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4551374450987614101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8300421522644363242</id><published>2008-01-30T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:28:57.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>announcements</title><summary type='text'>a woman I am barely acquainted with, only through work, introduced me to her girlfriend. This woman's mother, present at the time, then mentioned that this woman and her girlfriend were engaged. Living in a semi-rural, rather conservative area, I was pleasantly surprised at the run of the mill, every day, ease with which this conversation occurred. And, I have to admit, I was a tad jealous of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8300421522644363242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8300421522644363242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8300421522644363242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8300421522644363242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/announcements.html' title='announcements'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7359212061142203446</id><published>2008-01-22T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:54:29.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>profile</title><summary type='text'>at the beginning of a meeting I briefly noticed one of the women present was what I would consider fairly attractive.  Perhaps some 45 minutes later (it was a long meeting) I was surprised to notice that this same woman very much reminded me of a former friend with whom I had enjoyed a warm friendship and to whom I had been quite sexually attracted (the feeling had been mutual). Her hair, her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7359212061142203446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7359212061142203446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7359212061142203446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7359212061142203446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/profile.html' title='profile'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2876906308971554804</id><published>2008-01-19T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:12:20.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>gym clothes</title><summary type='text'>nearly a year ago when I started reading blogs around these parts there seemed to be a semi-regular post by my moho brothers regarding the hazards (or opportunities depending on your perspective) of going to the gym. While I felt I could understand where they were coming from, the situation was not one with which I was personally familiar. For the most part, that remains true; however, while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2876906308971554804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2876906308971554804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2876906308971554804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2876906308971554804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/gym-clothes.html' title='gym clothes'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2527014156087187794</id><published>2008-01-06T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:24:17.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>not quite on time, but mission accomplished</title><summary type='text'>ok, I didn't make my end of the year deadline, but all desired family members are now aware of my attraction to women. I'm quite relieved to have that task taken care of and hence no longer have to be concerned with accidentally saying something that would require further explanation. The further explanation has now, already taken place. I feel quite blessed to have family members who don't think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2527014156087187794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2527014156087187794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2527014156087187794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2527014156087187794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-quite-on-time-but-mission.html' title='not quite on time, but mission accomplished'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3391537898986830301</id><published>2007-12-31T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:15:27.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>tick tock</title><summary type='text'>somewhere earlier in the year when there seemed like an awful lot of the year remained in the future, I decided I would out myself to my family before the end of the year. Two of three family members have been informed which, of course, leaves one family member to go. I've got less than two hours now before the end of the year. Hmmm...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3391537898986830301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3391537898986830301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3391537898986830301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3391537898986830301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/12/tick-tock.html' title='tick tock'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2473848106224449708</id><published>2007-12-30T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:14:34.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>one for december</title><summary type='text'>  I sure do miss blogging. I’ve kept up reading a number of blogs over the past few months, but am missing the semi-regular writing out of my own thoughts. These past months were filled with more work related stress than I have ever previously experienced and I can’t say I’ve done very well in managing that stress (read: weight gain, proper diet deterioration, near total loss of exercise routine,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2473848106224449708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2473848106224449708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2473848106224449708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2473848106224449708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-for-december.html' title='one for december'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7737694237218068306</id><published>2007-11-06T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:31:09.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>beliefs create reality</title><summary type='text'>lately my material world is providing easy post content. today's post title is the heading on a hand out received in a  grad class I'm taking.  the course has an administrative focus and today's topic was team-building. under the aforementioned heading were a couple bullet points and a paragraph of text with the following simple statement: we have the ability to think in ways that can hinder us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7737694237218068306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7737694237218068306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7737694237218068306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7737694237218068306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/11/beliefs-create-reality.html' title='beliefs create reality'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5944169192717446682</id><published>2007-11-05T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:39:20.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>chaotic resolve</title><summary type='text'>  Plumb has an album title by the same name as I’ve given this post. I noticed the title while looking through some CD cases on my shelf and thought it was an appropriate description of my current life status. The past six weeks have been full of the highest combined stress level I believe I have ever experienced.  Job related issues account for the vast majority of my stress levels with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5944169192717446682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5944169192717446682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5944169192717446682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5944169192717446682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/11/chaotic-resolve.html' title='chaotic resolve'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2293605029330819489</id><published>2007-10-14T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:12:43.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>apply freely</title><summary type='text'>While going through the process of developing relationships during my homosexual coming of age, I have found myself in the undesirable position of realizing my actions have either directly or indirectly caused hurt, if not, outright pain, to others. And these others have been people about whom I care very much. Some of the hurt has led to an end of friendships. Some has not. Either way, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2293605029330819489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2293605029330819489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2293605029330819489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2293605029330819489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/10/apply-freely.html' title='apply freely'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2204270548734276924</id><published>2007-10-02T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:29:31.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>alrighty then</title><summary type='text'>So Sunday I outed myself to my youngest sister, Leah. She would be the first individual from my family to whom I have spoken regarding this subject. I almost feel I should apologize to her for the way I went about bringing up the topic. Then again, I kinda want to laugh about it as well. We have one other sister, Loraine. In the midst of an otherwise, everyday conversation, Leah half-jokingly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2204270548734276924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2204270548734276924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2204270548734276924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2204270548734276924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/10/alrighty-then.html' title='alrighty then'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1225597011249770734</id><published>2007-09-21T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:52:07.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>simply</title><summary type='text'>I just love the gospel of Jesus Christ - Infinite possibilities, Endless hope.that's all for today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1225597011249770734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1225597011249770734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1225597011249770734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1225597011249770734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/simply.html' title='simply'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1593752143344309212</id><published>2007-09-17T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:34:52.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>money can't buy you love</title><summary type='text'> in the process of moving from one apartment to another, my punching bag had to be removed from an easily found attic beam and has yet to be mounted in what I'm calling my rec room. In order to mount the bag securely, I must, of course, make sure the mount is attached to a wall stud (a 2"x 4" , or something similar, behind the wall) which would be capable of bearing the weight of a 100 lb bag. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1593752143344309212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1593752143344309212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1593752143344309212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1593752143344309212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/money-cant-buy-you-love.html' title='money can&apos;t buy you love'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-957807180365485476</id><published>2007-09-11T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:20:06.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><summary type='text'>still alive, still trying to live the gospel, still lovin women, crazy busy, more to come at some point....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/957807180365485476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=957807180365485476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/957807180365485476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/957807180365485476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-181547806702633501</id><published>2007-08-26T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:40:29.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>onward</title><summary type='text'>for perhaps over a year I've been telling myself I "need" to get back to the temple. Today during sacrament meeting, I felt the desire to go to the temple. I may yet find my spiritual self again. I've missed that part of me and welcome her return. I hope she sticks around for a while.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/181547806702633501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=181547806702633501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/181547806702633501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/181547806702633501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/onward.html' title='onward'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5453217362671391620</id><published>2007-08-19T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:50:27.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shift</title><summary type='text'>A shift in the weather occurred this week. The feel of fall showed up and nights are downright chilly. You know what? It’s freaking August and getting below 50° F just isn’t right. But I digress.   I’m in the process of moving to a new apartment. Three months ago I was not even considering making a move, but an opportunity fell into my lap for much more living space (my current place is pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5453217362671391620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5453217362671391620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5453217362671391620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5453217362671391620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/shift.html' title='shift'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-9115841043735843694</id><published>2007-08-13T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:54:51.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>butterflies on crack</title><summary type='text'>you know that warm, fuzzy, fluttery feeling you get in your gut sometimes, otherwise known as butterflies? I was thinking about them butterflies as I thought about my reaction to having had an opportunity to spend some time with a friend. My friend and I very much enjoy each other and our friendship and there is some mutual attraction going on, but the bottom-line reality is that neither one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9115841043735843694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=9115841043735843694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/9115841043735843694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/9115841043735843694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/butterflies-on-crack.html' title='butterflies on crack'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7218503026717034279</id><published>2007-08-04T22:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:02:33.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>still thinking</title><summary type='text'>why is it that when you realize a need for change, seemingly, all of a sudden temptations increase making the change more difficult to actuate?as part of my vacation, I spent a couple days in Manhattan, in and around Times Square, in New York City. The fact that larger than life female models are used in huge, colorful displays all over the streets is not news to me. However, finding any of these</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7218503026717034279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7218503026717034279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7218503026717034279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7218503026717034279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-thinking.html' title='still thinking'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2770182378251637706</id><published>2007-07-29T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:10:23.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>thinking, thinking...</title><summary type='text'>A friend recently told me to "watch [my] thoughts". The need to do so is not news to me and I am quite aware that this is an area in which I need to pay more attention. This need was again brought to my consciousness today while doing some reading. The following ideas from an article in the July 2007 issue of the Ensign caught my attention (I know this topic has been discussed elsewhere and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2770182378251637706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2770182378251637706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2770182378251637706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2770182378251637706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/thinking-thinking.html' title='thinking, thinking...'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-188162788789294716</id><published>2007-07-24T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:26:18.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>first (and last?) crush - p. 3</title><summary type='text'>Our friendship continued through the fall, winter, spring, and into the following summer. Many late night conversations were had. We shared tastes in music, and similar philosophies on the social work profession. We shopped together (men’s clothing, of course), shared meals together and we shared evenings playing softball (go figure). We never did share sexual intimacy or any kind of physical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/188162788789294716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=188162788789294716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/188162788789294716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/188162788789294716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-and-last-crush-p-3.html' title='first (and last?) crush - p. 3'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7232786262263491077</id><published>2007-07-23T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:37:15.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>first (and last?) crush - p. 2</title><summary type='text'>As I said before with regards to my relationship with LZ (and to humor my inner child), “She started it!” Yep, she initiated the conversations with me, she asked me for my phone number when I hadn’t even considered the possibility of talking to her outside of work, and 90% of the phone calls made between the two of us started on her end. Of course, for a while she was calling me everyday so it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7232786262263491077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7232786262263491077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7232786262263491077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7232786262263491077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-and-last-crush-p-2.html' title='first (and last?) crush - p. 2'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3545346093260015687</id><published>2007-07-22T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:59:00.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>getting there</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to the administrator of an online Lds support group for women with sga, I discovered this week that earlier this year the Lds church published a pamphlet directed towards church members experiencing sga, entitled, God Loveth His Children. I’m guessing other sites have mentioned or linked to this pamphlet, but I missed the info.   As I read the pamphlet from a critical point of view, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3545346093260015687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3545346093260015687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3545346093260015687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3545346093260015687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-there.html' title='getting there'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7965998705600819189</id><published>2007-07-19T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:10:54.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>first (and last?) crush - p. 1</title><summary type='text'>(continued from intro) I could write an entire very large chapter of a book on this one relationship and I by no means have any intention or desire to do so. And yet in writing about the experience, I don’t want to water down the story to meaninglessness. Hmmm… what are the basic important facts? What are trivial? Today, I’m tempted to see every aspect of the relationship as trivial due to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7965998705600819189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7965998705600819189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7965998705600819189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7965998705600819189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-and-last-crush-p-1.html' title='first (and last?) crush - p. 1'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2807671469129390033</id><published>2007-07-18T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:13:06.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>the list dwindles</title><summary type='text'>another LDS friend of mine is now aware of my sexuality. that brings the total up to 3 woman of my faith who have been and continue to be close, personal friends who now know of my sga. that then leaves on my "list" of those with whom I wish to discuss the topic, two more LDS friends, one other friend, and then the biggie - the family. I think I'd like to have this list taken care of by the end </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2807671469129390033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2807671469129390033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2807671469129390033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2807671469129390033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/list-dwindles.html' title='the list dwindles'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4367059278256332963</id><published>2007-07-18T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:43:07.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>plastic</title><summary type='text'>I have a few credit cards - six to be exact. If my absolute favorite card (and the only one I actually enjoy having) is the Home Depot credit card, does that mean I'm a lesbian?    :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4367059278256332963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4367059278256332963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4367059278256332963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4367059278256332963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/plastic.html' title='plastic'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/Rp6W24rMdhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C1YEgZOSIr8/s72-c/hd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2290664453245136051</id><published>2007-07-15T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:41:46.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>more thoughts on “m”</title><summary type='text'>Because the subsequent quote kind of sums up the theme of this post, here’s something I once heard from a fellow church member: Rationalization is like masturbation. You’re just screwing yourself.        &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;First let me say - I am absolutely uncomfortable with confrontation and I’m fearful this post is going to sound confrontational. It is so not meant to be. I need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2290664453245136051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2290664453245136051' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2290664453245136051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2290664453245136051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-thoughts-on-m.html' title='more thoughts on “m”'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1309789507247604170</id><published>2007-07-15T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:38:09.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>first (and last?) crush...intro</title><summary type='text'>I keep putting off writing this post (I actually began writing this on the 22nd of April). When I started this blog one of my intentions was to use blogging as a kind of self-therapy and, as part of the self-therapy process, I wanted to write about my "history" of sga related experiences. But this part of my history brings up some hurt and sadness. jeepers, I'm just not very good at handling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1309789507247604170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1309789507247604170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1309789507247604170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1309789507247604170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-and-last-crushintro.html' title='first (and last?) crush...intro'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4936212886458288880</id><published>2007-07-12T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:04:22.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ellen</title><summary type='text'>(big brownie points if you can name the movie with the following exchange)         Business Man: (to waiter) If you get called a jerk 4 times in the same day does that make it true?Business Man’s Date: What - only 4, did you get up late?Oriental Waiter: Just 4 times a pattern, it have to be 5 times to be a fact.Business Man’s Date: (to business man) Jerk.  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4936212886458288880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4936212886458288880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4936212886458288880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4936212886458288880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/ellen.html' title='ellen'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/Rpb3W4rMdbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n6Sr3NJsWlQ/s72-c/ellen+bw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8119011003808144346</id><published>2007-07-09T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:21:43.896-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>smile</title><summary type='text'>"Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy."  Apollinaire – (French  Poet)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8119011003808144346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8119011003808144346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8119011003808144346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8119011003808144346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8635500167037703522</id><published>2007-07-08T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:45:28.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>listening</title><summary type='text'>  while writing a letter to someone, I wrote, without hardly thinking, if we want to learn spiritual stuff we have to do spiritual stuff. After rereading the sentence it sunk into my mind a little deeper. I was referring specifically to scripture reading, but obviously the idea applies to a much larger range of activity. Kind of sounds overly simple but I guess it’s just another way of saying the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8635500167037703522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8635500167037703522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8635500167037703522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8635500167037703522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/listening.html' title='listening'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8151105995943279749</id><published>2007-07-01T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:54:07.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>another outting</title><summary type='text'>last Sunday I spoke with a friend with whom I had not spoken in probably a couple years. it's been over a year since I've had any form of communication with her. she's one of those kind of friends with whom you can just pick up where you left off as if you had just spoken a couple days ago. I met her while she was serving a mission in the ward I was attending while in college at a time I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8151105995943279749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8151105995943279749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8151105995943279749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8151105995943279749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-outting.html' title='another outting'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7376363661408800267</id><published>2007-06-25T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:16:15.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>on the run</title><summary type='text'>saturday I spent the morning in New York City's Central Park participating in the 26th annual gay pride 5 mile race. I'm one of those who knows well enough to start at the back and that's pretty much where I finish up, but I like being able to say I finished. this is the second year I've participated in this particular event. I enjoy the diversity of people present (over 2600 race finishers this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7376363661408800267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7376363661408800267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7376363661408800267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7376363661408800267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-run.html' title='on the run'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6720198290168275643</id><published>2007-06-20T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:30:48.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>a little ditty</title><summary type='text'>...because I recently got to see them in concert (center stage, third row - awesome), because I love this song, and because in the end the rainbow pride dude and the "Jesus freak" are dancing in sync. a little love, a little dancing, and a little rock n' roll make the world go round...*warning f-bomb dropped during chorus*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6720198290168275643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6720198290168275643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6720198290168275643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6720198290168275643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-diddy.html' title='a little ditty'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6105283852299519385</id><published>2007-06-19T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:52:14.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>go figure</title><summary type='text'>yeah, so men's clothing seems to be a reoccurring theme for me, but I have a gripe to vent. I am in the semi-regular habit of taking my men's dress shirts to the dry cleaners. for a buck-fifty a shirt they get cleaned and pressed and I don't have to be spending time getting ticked off that I can't get the wrinkles out. now, I do also wear women's blouses, but I tend to purchase the kind made in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6105283852299519385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6105283852299519385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6105283852299519385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6105283852299519385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/go-figure.html' title='go figure'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5049667918728417356</id><published>2007-06-13T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:23:18.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>public discourse or disclosure?</title><summary type='text'>recently, I took a public policy analysis class. everyone had to give a presentation on some policy for which they had done a benefit-cost analysis on various alternatives. most people picked some topic with relevance to their current job. I, on the other hand, chose to look at possible federal government alternatives with respect to nationally recognizing gay unions. I usually get a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5049667918728417356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5049667918728417356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5049667918728417356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5049667918728417356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/public-discourse-or-disclosure.html' title='public discourse or disclosure?'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2155309339779332636</id><published>2007-06-13T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:47:54.503-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>another daemon</title><summary type='text'>after playing with Salad's and Drex's recent posts, curiosity got the best of me and I had to try out the daemon thing for myself which resulted in the following:if you feel so inclined, feel free to add your input.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2155309339779332636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2155309339779332636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2155309339779332636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2155309339779332636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-daemon.html' title='another daemon'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1903207586880775655</id><published>2007-06-11T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:15:52.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>short hair stereotypes</title><summary type='text'>on Sunday I ran into someone from church who I hadn't seen in over a year. we chatted a bit and he inquired as to my current calling. I replied, "librarian". He said, "You look like a librarian with your short hair and glasses." (I usually wear contacts, but my eyes were tired.) I'm thinking if I'm gonna be stereotyped due, at least in part, to my short hair, I'd rather be pegged as a lesbian.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1903207586880775655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1903207586880775655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1903207586880775655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1903207586880775655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/short-hair-stereotypes.html' title='short hair stereotypes'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4570737828623870281</id><published>2007-06-06T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:32:03.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>other than MOM's...</title><summary type='text'>If a heterosexual married to a homosexual = a Mixed Orientation Marriage,what does a gay woman and a gay man married to each other = ? They're the same orientation, but...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4570737828623870281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4570737828623870281' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4570737828623870281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4570737828623870281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/other-than-moms.html' title='other than MOM&apos;s...'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4247681931819848130</id><published>2007-06-06T00:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:56:57.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;confessions&apos;'/><title type='text'>confessions of a mormon girl, #4</title><summary type='text'>Last year I stayed too late at the informal office Christmas party. By too late, I mean that I should have left before everyone started getting sloshed. I was there as a relatively new employee trying to be social with my coworkers and of course, for the all you could eat wings. A number of people, some repeatedly, inquired as to why I wasn't drinking. One person questioned, "Are you a recovering</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4247681931819848130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4247681931819848130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4247681931819848130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4247681931819848130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/confessions-of-mormon-girl-4.html' title='confessions of a mormon girl, #4'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5552428982395772326</id><published>2007-06-03T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:59:02.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>agency</title><summary type='text'>during testimony meeting today a young woman mentioned having her friends question why she continually lived by church teachings/standards. I smiled to myself thinking, yeah - try answering that one when your friends want to know why you won't act on your sga. then during the Sunday school period, I accidentally found the following:You are free to choose and act, but you are not free to choose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5552428982395772326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5552428982395772326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5552428982395772326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5552428982395772326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/06/agency.html' title='agency'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2419236377910935882</id><published>2007-05-30T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:00:37.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>moment of grace</title><summary type='text'>for some time now, I've been dealing with what I like to call "walking depression" (you know, like walking pneumonia) - not bad enough to be immobilizing, but bad enough to suck the enjoyment out of everything.  I've been stressed, on edge, cranky, and haven't felt like doing anything I would normally very much enjoy doing. In short, I haven't felt like myself.   a day or two after the experience</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2419236377910935882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2419236377910935882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2419236377910935882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2419236377910935882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/05/moment-of-grace.html' title='moment of grace'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5880098860731041379</id><published>2007-05-30T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:00:58.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>unsettling moment</title><summary type='text'>some days ago, after having finished giving the last seminary lesson for this school year, I was glancing over the document that had been used in class, The Living Christ from the Apostles.As I did so, the thought crossed my mind, "what if it's not true?"  I was surprised by the question and a bit concerned that such a question would even enter my consciousness. I've already crossed this road and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5880098860731041379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5880098860731041379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5880098860731041379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5880098860731041379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/05/unsettling-moment.html' title='unsettling moment'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-133264971075791774</id><published>2007-05-28T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:01:18.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day</title><summary type='text'>My chives are in bloom, I have my computer back with all her personality in tact, and it's been a pleasant, sunny day. Ah, simple pleasures. Thanks to those of you who offered condolences with my electronic friend's recent illness. She appears to have recovered nicely and your well-wishes are appreciated. I currently have more drafts saved than I have total postings, so hopefully I will get back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/133264971075791774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=133264971075791774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/133264971075791774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/133264971075791774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/Rlui7DoN5xI/AAAAAAAAACo/M93fWzWpD1A/s72-c/052807flagnchives.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8913385306476683589</id><published>2007-05-18T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:02:35.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>computer glitch</title><summary type='text'>Ok how sad is this that I'm ready to take a nervous breakdown because I will be without in-home internet access for at least a week? My laptop developed palsy yesterday and after an hour of speaking to someone in India late last night the determination was made that a FedX box would be overnighted to me so I can ship my electronic friend somewhere to be fixed. I'm a little concerned about sending</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8913385306476683589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8913385306476683589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8913385306476683589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8913385306476683589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/05/computer-glitch.html' title='computer glitch'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-820549095233713985</id><published>2007-05-14T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:57:27.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;confessions&apos;'/><title type='text'>confessions of mormon girl,  #3</title><summary type='text'>I am a virgin. Yep, that’s right – never had sex with neither woman nor man. I realize for some that's not much of a confession. Two opposite extremes in thought on this matter would indicate one should either feel proud of virgin status or one should feel embarrassed and/or ashamed. I feel none of the above. Given my religious persuasion, I am glad that I have arrived to this point in life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/820549095233713985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=820549095233713985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/820549095233713985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/820549095233713985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/05/confessions-of-mormon-girl-3.html' title='confessions of mormon girl,  #3'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6971885668153125204</id><published>2007-05-06T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:03:32.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>frustration</title><summary type='text'>today I'm frustrated with myself for not being a better human being, frustrated I'm not a better LDS, frustrated I'm in a mental place far from the influence of the spirit, frustrated that, if I'm not there already, I'm nigh unto self-pity, frustrated at my lack of making changes that could ameliorate my outlook. it's as if I'm frozen in frustration, overwhelmed at the immensity of what I need "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6971885668153125204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6971885668153125204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6971885668153125204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6971885668153125204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/05/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2406556554774563178</id><published>2007-05-02T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:16:47.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>because I was asked...</title><summary type='text'>questions Samantha has posed to me (along with my current answers - ask me again in six months and I may have changed my mind)1. It is my belief that no one ever truly grows up, and that blind ambition never goes away. For instance, I'm convinced that one day I'll be an Olympic figure skater or a detective. What is something you'd like to be when you grow up, but probably won't be?   I'm going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2406556554774563178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2406556554774563178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2406556554774563178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2406556554774563178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-i-was-asked.html' title='because I was asked...'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2448026683053525911</id><published>2007-04-30T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:27:11.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>getting a clue - part II</title><summary type='text'>because I'm not feeling motivated to write in any more detail, here's the "getting a clue" conclusion -cliff note's version:while in therapy for reasons not related to sga, I found myself tempted to fantasize about making out with my female therapist.  quite quickly, I realized that the sexual attraction often coincided with feeling an emotional connection. this moving of sexual attraction from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2448026683053525911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2448026683053525911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2448026683053525911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2448026683053525911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-clue-part-ii.html' title='getting a clue - part II'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-1482663655767214674</id><published>2007-04-26T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:27:35.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>rough week</title><summary type='text'>started the week off with a sense of loneliness nagging at me and I just can't stand even the word lonely. found myself wishing I had woman at home waiting for me and ready to hold me in her arms as we fell asleep together. a couple days later I start feeling depressed - a bit of loneliness mixed with stress mixed with plain tired and feeling I can't keep up. then son of gun if a coworker doesn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1482663655767214674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=1482663655767214674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1482663655767214674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/1482663655767214674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/04/rough-week.html' title='rough week'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6954531861093673476</id><published>2007-04-22T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:27:58.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>getting a clue</title><summary type='text'>somewhere in my late twenties, very early thirties, I would every now and then have a dream in which I was in some sort of social setting and would begin making eye contact with someone across the room. The eye contact was such that I knew the other person was interested in getting to know me better and the feeling was mutual. There would be that feeling of nervous excitement when you realize </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6954531861093673476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6954531861093673476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6954531861093673476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6954531861093673476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-clue.html' title='getting a clue'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5808708775646216513</id><published>2007-04-18T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:28:20.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>getting a clue - prelude</title><summary type='text'>Took a look at my posts list and I've got near a dozen drafts half done. Between trying to keep up with school and (more importantly) keep up with others' blogs, I've neglected my own. The semester is over next week, in 8 days to be exact, and I've got a headache-causing, large number of thoughts crowding my brain so I'd say now's a good time to resume posting.Since the creation of my blog, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5808708775646216513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5808708775646216513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5808708775646216513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5808708775646216513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-clue-prelude.html' title='getting a clue - prelude'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4983987354653964938</id><published>2007-04-06T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:30:30.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>good friday</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I know "good friday" is not a special or sacred day to the LDS crowd, but today is the 6th of April and that is a special/sacred day and besides that, in my personal world today really is a good friday. I'm getting paid to have a friday off (have to love union negotiated holidays), I got my hair cut and my summer highlights (which turned out really good I must say), and best of all I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4983987354653964938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4983987354653964938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4983987354653964938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4983987354653964938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title='good friday'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4925929742319088644</id><published>2007-04-01T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:49:15.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>words of life</title><summary type='text'>as always,General Conference rocks!!!enough said....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4925929742319088644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4925929742319088644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4925929742319088644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4925929742319088644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/04/words-of-life.html' title='words of life'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tG_Mf_uIRxU/RhALYeSWAoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZKp_Pw-Agdc/s72-c/29-07-06_2056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6014437177592959610</id><published>2007-03-31T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:06:34.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>rescheduled outting</title><summary type='text'>General Conference always seems to give me a little more strength to move in the direction I need/want to go. So I ending up making a call tonight to a friend and reminding her that I still needed to talk since our previously scheduled meeting had been canceled. She replied, "so what's going on?" And I said, "um, this isn't a conversation I can have over the phone." Somewhat laughingly she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6014437177592959610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6014437177592959610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6014437177592959610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6014437177592959610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/rescheduled-outting.html' title='rescheduled outting'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-824075265915293052</id><published>2007-03-25T17:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:57:50.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;confessions&apos;'/><title type='text'>confessions of a mormon girl, # 2</title><summary type='text'>A couple years ago, I cut my hair short, got blonde highlights, and started tanning because I wanted to look good for a woman I was crushing on at the time. Turns out short hair works for me and so do the highlights and the tan. My sister repeatedly informed me that my new do was a great style for me. A large number of people that I see at least weekly took a few seconds before they recognized me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/824075265915293052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=824075265915293052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/824075265915293052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/824075265915293052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/confessions-of-mormon-girl-2.html' title='confessions of a mormon girl, # 2'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5328705299414171470</id><published>2007-03-20T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:32:23.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>discouragement</title><summary type='text'>"discouragement is one of satan's tools" - how many times have you heard that from the pulpit or in a Sunday lesson? In my current, not so positive emotional state, I want to yell in response "yeah, so big freakin' deal. having that piece of info doesn't make me feel any better!"this past weekend I was hoping to out myself to an lds friend (while I have friends I'm open with, none are lds), but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5328705299414171470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5328705299414171470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5328705299414171470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5328705299414171470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/discouragement.html' title='discouragement'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-8421531046847830454</id><published>2007-03-16T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:01:55.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><title type='text'>identity vs behavior</title><summary type='text'>I was reading a report that's recently been issued by the Gay and Lesbian Task Force on bisexual health and was almost surprised to read the following:A bisexual orientation speaks to the potential, but not the requirement, for involvement with more than one gender. This involvement may be sexual, emotional, in reality and/or in fantasy. Some bisexuals may be monogamous, some may have concurrent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8421531046847830454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=8421531046847830454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8421531046847830454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/8421531046847830454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/identity-vs-behavior.html' title='identity vs behavior'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4338295892452278261</id><published>2007-03-15T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:58:17.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;confessions&apos;'/><title type='text'>confessions of a mormon girl,  #1</title><summary type='text'>to the point - I like to wear men's clothing. Now, I am not a drag king, I have no aspirations of being such, and I don't have any interests in looking like a guy. I just like guys' clothes - pants, dress shirts, belts, watches, shoes (ok my feet aren't big enough for men's shoes, but a boys size 5 fits well), and (do I really want to admit this?) even boxers. Being an endowed church member the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4338295892452278261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4338295892452278261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4338295892452278261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4338295892452278261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/confessions-of-mormon-girl-1.html' title='confessions of a mormon girl,  #1'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5907384912037192581</id><published>2007-03-14T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:27:20.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><title type='text'>out at the track</title><summary type='text'>In a impulsive moment, I called up my closest (geographically speaking) close friend and pretty much blurted out, "I need to talk". During our initial rehash of the recent day(s) events she had already indicated the myriad obligations/responsibilities she had going on this week so I let her know that I wasn't having any kind of crisis or anything but just wanted to throw out there that at some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5907384912037192581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5907384912037192581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5907384912037192581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5907384912037192581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-at-track.html' title='out at the track'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6474324352701213556</id><published>2007-03-14T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:53:12.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>abstaining from whine</title><summary type='text'>this post idea has been rattling around my head for a couple days and after reading my best's... post, I figured it was time to get the words down before my mood changes. As part of my job, I listen to people's problems quite often. I am completely on board when it comes to advocating the benefits of getting stuff outside your head and figuring out how to deal; however, when people (including </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6474324352701213556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6474324352701213556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6474324352701213556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6474324352701213556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/abstaining-from-whine.html' title='abstaining from whine'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6371285791308645320</id><published>2007-03-13T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:49:33.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>in the meantime</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I definitely will talk to a LDS friend regarding my struggles. However, all my close friends with whom I would consider having this discussion are married, each with a number of children, and faithfully fulfilling callings in one auxiliary  presidency or another.  In other words, finding a time to have this discussion will be challenging as my schedule is not exactly wide open itself.  In the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6371285791308645320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6371285791308645320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6371285791308645320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6371285791308645320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-meantime.html' title='in the meantime'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-3365287562224336764</id><published>2007-03-12T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:33:39.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>balancing act</title><summary type='text'>I like the tight rope idea  mentioned by SG.  Applying the metaphor to myself, I find that regardless of which way I'm facing or to which end of the rope I'm moving, it is very stressful and emotionally draining just trying to keep balanced while I'm hanging out on the rope of indecision.  I need to get off the high wire before I do a face plant. I've been wanting to open up to a close friend or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3365287562224336764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=3365287562224336764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3365287562224336764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/3365287562224336764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/balancing-act.html' title='balancing act'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-7910074275975269267</id><published>2007-03-09T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:57:18.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>What's YOUR problem? part II</title><summary type='text'>Do you really what to know? (if you don't, click onto a different blog) Well, let me tell you. I WANT to act on my SGA. In a nutshell, there it is.  But my brain needs to detail this problem a little more in depth so...I've experienced countless temptations in various areas of my life. Some I've resisted, some to which I've succumbed. For the most part though when I've given in to a temptation, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7910074275975269267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=7910074275975269267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7910074275975269267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/7910074275975269267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-your-problem-part-ii.html' title='What&apos;s YOUR problem? part II'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2955431049137765642</id><published>2007-03-09T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:51:15.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>What's YOUR problem?</title><summary type='text'>Don't you just love that question? Whatever the intonation used in asking, this question almost always comes from someone who has made the arrogant assumption that the person being spoken to has a problem and he or she who is doing the asking does not have the problem. The implied corollary question is What's WRONG with you? And that question really does not sit well with me. I'm going to argue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2955431049137765642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2955431049137765642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2955431049137765642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2955431049137765642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-your-problem.html' title='What&apos;s YOUR problem?'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-5186686606899790100</id><published>2007-03-08T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:52:26.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual matters'/><title type='text'>refocus</title><summary type='text'>2 am this morning found me in a hospital emergency waiting room (for job related reasons). As I waited for other professionals to take care of their responsibilities so that I could then take care of mine, an evangelical type show was on the television. I was half asleep and not paying much attention other than to note that due to the preacher's somewhat high pitched voice, he was not someone I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5186686606899790100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=5186686606899790100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5186686606899790100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/5186686606899790100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/refocus.html' title='refocus'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-4442253505535346113</id><published>2007-03-07T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:36:56.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>backlash prolonged</title><summary type='text'>Despite a good night's sleep, I was a real B* at work today at least compared to my normal self. Doesn't help that my job is emotionally stressful. However, I did find myself thinking of what I would write about in my next blog. Actually, after my first couple of posts my mind started reeling with different aspects of my gay experience and I realized that I'd opened a pressure valve that's been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4442253505535346113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=4442253505535346113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4442253505535346113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/4442253505535346113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/backlash-prolonged.html' title='backlash prolonged'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-6148271717167216661</id><published>2007-03-06T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:35:17.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>Emotional Backlash</title><summary type='text'>After a few days of nervous excitement about having my own blog, the emotional backlash has surfaced. I had forgotten about this element of my personality - any time I take a risk in being open about personal things I will quite often end up feeling like a fool for opening myself up. So tonight I'm feeling a combination of depressed and ticked off. Of course, when I feel like this I am more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6148271717167216661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=6148271717167216661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6148271717167216661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/6148271717167216661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/emotional-backlash.html' title='Emotional Backlash'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2244355589638655366</id><published>2007-03-05T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:34:30.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronicles (sga related) of Mar-nia'/><title type='text'>tad bit of an explanation</title><summary type='text'>Before I waste any more time being self-conscious, allow me to explain the side bar blurb about myself, specifically the part referring to my being bisexual/lesbian. I've imagined all sorts of possible reactions to this description and feel the need to process the matter. First of all, I have a general dislike for labels. I will refrain from ranting about this (though I oh so could), except to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2244355589638655366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2244355589638655366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2244355589638655366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2244355589638655366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/tad-bit-of-explanation.html' title='tad bit of an explanation'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-2907196159980981354</id><published>2007-03-04T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:36:06.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal entry'/><title type='text'>the morning after</title><summary type='text'>Posted to my first blog for the first time yesterday and today am wondering do I really want to go down this road. Part of me is yelling "delete the blog now" before anyone finds it and part of me is intrigued, if not somewhat captivated, by personal blogging possibilities. For now, I think I'll continue this personal experiment....Another Sunday church service endured today. Ok, perhaps that's a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2907196159980981354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=2907196159980981354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2907196159980981354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/2907196159980981354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/morning-after.html' title='the morning after'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1335200424316262628.post-9112035892766109</id><published>2007-03-04T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:38:12.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>Initiation</title><summary type='text'>So how many times am I going to go back and erase this first sentence before I'm ok with it? Yeah, being real is not all that easy when the fear of the unknown is hovering. While I have been aware of the existence of blogging for who knows how long, I have never had an interest in exploring the blogger world. However, this past week I quite accidentally stumbled across an interesting blog and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9112035892766109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1335200424316262628&amp;postID=9112035892766109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/9112035892766109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1335200424316262628/posts/default/9112035892766109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bysmallthings.blogspot.com/2007/03/initiation.html' title='Initiation'/><author><name>Marlo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04390698740183864975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXDwRuG2nE4/TZvLXlrW8uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DY2BkH4_XQU/s220/0819071222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
