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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 10 Feb 2012 05:12:24 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/"><rss:title>neepeople</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/</rss:link><rss:description>blog of Jim and Laura Nee</rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2012-02-10T05:12:24Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/11/23/awol.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/9/29/my-coleus-can-eat-your-coleus.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/9/29/extreme-1.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/8/5/40.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/7/4/i-feel-a-little-better-now.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/27/you-would-know-that.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/17/dont-say-i-told-you-so.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/3/primal-feetedness.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/1/stages.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/5/24/a-new-kind-of-superhero.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/11/23/awol.html"><rss:title>AWOL</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/11/23/awol.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-11-23T21:03:08Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.neepeople.com/resource/iphone-20111123160308-1.jpg?fileId=15268181" alt="" /></p>
<p>Life has been a little higgledy-piggledy lately. When things are in such state, my creative juices tend to move towards fiber crafting. It feels concrete and substantive with a marked beginning and ending, unlike most of life&#8217;s conundrums. This quality is quite comforting.</p>
<p>Happy Thanksgiving! May your eyes be open to the bounty of blessings in your corner of the world.</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/9/29/my-coleus-can-eat-your-coleus.html"><rss:title>My coleus can eat your coleus</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/9/29/my-coleus-can-eat-your-coleus.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-09-29T12:44:01Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Laura humor plants</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="iphone-image" src="http://www.neepeople.com/resource/iphone-20110929074324-1.jpg?fileId=14392732" alt="" /></p>
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]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/9/29/extreme-1.html"><rss:title>Extreme</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/9/29/extreme-1.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-09-29T09:54:36Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Laura Spiritual Life</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One morning this week while driving to work I finished my audio book and had to listen to the radio.&nbsp; Well, I suppose, I didn&#8217;t <em>have</em> to listen to the radio, but at the time it seemed like an attractive option. Rarely do I listen to the radio outside of NPR or the local station to get weather and traffic updates, so I spun the figurative dial (seek buttons) listening for something worth hearing.</p>
<p>I landed on a song that instantly transported me to another place and time in my life.&nbsp; I think I&#8217;ve even written about it before, but it&#8217;s been a few years and here I am a little closer to the end of my life than the beginning and so the memory begins to take on a different patina.&nbsp; The song was by early 90&#8217;s hair band, Extreme.&nbsp; In my mind, I traveled back to the top of mountain in Tennessee, evening, stars so close you thought you could touch them.&nbsp; The air was cool but slightly damp because we were sitting close to the edge of wood.</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/8/5/40.html"><rss:title>40</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/8/5/40.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-08-05T10:23:29Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Birthday Laura</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wish I had some profound and provoking thoughts on turning 40.&nbsp; I don&#8217;t.&nbsp; Most of my thoughts lately have run to things such as, &#8220;am I too old to have long hair?&#8221;&nbsp; One day, pulled on a tank top and thought, &#8220;Am I too old to wear tank tops?&#8221;&nbsp; My husband assures me, I&#8217;m not, on both counts.&nbsp; One has to admit that the lines have been blurred quite a bit.&nbsp; <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2022304/Jane-Fonda-73-displays-age-defying-figure-sheer-dress.html">Jane Fonda is the latest example</a>.&nbsp; Frankly, I don&#8217;t think it seemly for any woman at any age to &#8220;show off her waist and butt,&#8221; but perhaps I&#8217;m a bit of a prude. <br /><br />As I said, I don&#8217;t have any profound thoughts on turning 40.&nbsp; Probably half of my life is behind me now, and that&#8217;s a little odd.&nbsp; There are regrets.&nbsp; But I don&#8217;t know anyone who doesn&#8217;t have those.&nbsp; So today, I woke, got dressed, said my prayers and exercised.&nbsp; And like any other day, we&#8217;ll just have to see what comes up next.<br /><br />God bless you all!﻿</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/7/4/i-feel-a-little-better-now.html"><rss:title>I feel a little better now...</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/7/4/i-feel-a-little-better-now.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-07-04T12:21:27Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Laura Parenthood</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All three children are at camp.&nbsp; They&#8217;ll be there for two weeks and while many parents might be jumping for joy at the prospect of 2 childless weeks, I have felt a little weird about it.&nbsp; I&#8217;ve always wanted to be a mother.&nbsp; I like being a mother.&nbsp; Don&#8217;t get me wrong, when I get some time to myself, I enjoy and savor every moment.&nbsp; However, those previous times of solitude have been when the kids were at the grandparents or with friends.&nbsp; I could get my hands on them in 15 minutes if I wanted to.</p>
<p>This time, they are a 3 1/2 hour drive away and completely out of my &#8220;zone.&#8221;&nbsp; Most parents (I think I&#8217;m not alone at least) have a sort of invisible boundary line when out with their children.&nbsp; You don&#8217;t have to see them to know that they&#8217;re close by.&nbsp; Once you &#8220;feel&#8221; them move out of that zone, you start looking around, wondering where they are.&nbsp; The kids are way out of my &#8220;zone&#8221; and it feels, well, weird.</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/27/you-would-know-that.html"><rss:title>You Would Know That...</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/27/you-would-know-that.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-06-27T10:18:37Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Laura Married Life</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The mister and I finished catching up on last season&#8217;s CSI episodes on Friday night.&nbsp; (If we didn&#8217;t have a DVR, we would be completely out of touch!)&nbsp; When the program finished we ended up on a channel showing the 1981 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clash_of_the_Titans_(1981_film)"><em>Clash of the Titans</em></a>.&nbsp; The scene showed&nbsp; Perseus looking towards the shore of the River Styx with its entry to Hades and, of course, a monstrous dog.</p>
<p>&#8220;I think that dog&#8217;s name is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerberus">Cerberus</a>,&#8221; I said.</p>
<p>Jim looked at me incredulously.&nbsp; &#8220;I&#8217;m pretty sure it&#8217;s Cerberus.&#8221; I said again.</p>
<p>&#8220;You would know that because you&#8217;re a nerd.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah, I am,&#8221; I replied.&nbsp; &#8220;I&#8217;ve come to accept that in my old age.&nbsp; I&#8217;m pretty much a nerd who always read too much&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>I guess after you&#8217;ve been married for 13 years you can say such things to each other and not get mad about it.</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/17/dont-say-i-told-you-so.html"><rss:title>Don't say I told you so...</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/17/dont-say-i-told-you-so.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-06-17T10:42:49Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Laura Life Work miracles</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t often talk about my job here.&nbsp; My work as a speech-language pathologist for a non-public school serving developmentally and emotionally disabled children requires that I respect their privacy.&nbsp; However, I think it may be possible to speak in such general terms that I could possibly make a few remarks.<br /><br />To say the job is challenging would be an understatement.&nbsp; The laws surrounding special education require a related service provider such as me to almost be superhuman.&nbsp; One can&#8217;t get sick or have family emergencies because the students one serves must get their services at all costs.&nbsp; It&#8217;s the law, friends!&nbsp; However, there is another law written on our hearts that makes this job all the more challenging.&nbsp; If I fail these kids, they lose the ability to make the connections in their lives that really matter.
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/3/primal-feetedness.html"><rss:title>Primal Feetedness</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/3/primal-feetedness.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Jim</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-06-03T10:07:30Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Feet Jim Primal Shoes</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://www.neepeople.com/storage/post-images/primal-feet-foot1-tn.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1307097460833" alt="" /></span></span>As I&#8217;m making strides to return to all things &#8220;<a href="http://www.marksdailyapple.com/the-book/the-primal-blueprint/">primal</a>&#8221; and generally reject the &#8220;convenience at any cost&#8221; anthem chanted around me, I thought I should do something about this unnatural-foot-shape-business. But I can&#8217;t stand going barefoot: I feel every last little spec of dirt, total sensory overload&hellip; I&#8217;m constantly wiping the [whatever] off my feet, which means my hands have <em>foot</em> all over them all the time&hellip; drives me insane. Not to mention that living in my neighborhood presupposes that I&#8217;ll have a nail or two pulled from a tire at least once a quarter; what would happen to my feet if I ran around all primally? Besides, most people&#8217;s feet are ugly &mdash;mine definitely are&mdash; and who wants to look at ugly? However, a happy medium was to be found&hellip;
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/1/stages.html"><rss:title>Stages</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/6/1/stages.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-06-01T09:59:38Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Family Life Laura</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[New developments are arising here at the neepeople domicile.&nbsp; News flash!&nbsp; Ana has pimples.&nbsp; These are the only sign thus far that puberty may be just around the corner.&nbsp; Fortunately, they haven&#8217;t caused much of a stir.&nbsp; Ana has learned the importance of washing her face with a mild soap and applying a little benzoyl peroxide cream.&nbsp; I can&#8217;t believe my little girl is growing up!&nbsp; It seems like yesterday she was a chubby faced cherub with bright, big eyes and golden curls.&nbsp; Now, she cares about nail polish and earrings, has decided tastes in music and is capable of very grown up conversation.
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/5/24/a-new-kind-of-superhero.html"><rss:title>A new kind of superhero</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.neepeople.com/blog/2011/5/24/a-new-kind-of-superhero.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator><dc:date>2011-05-24T10:02:49Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Imagination Laura children</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[David, my youngest son, has always had a particular affinity for super heroes.&nbsp; When he was between the ages of 2 and 3, I had to beg him to remove a Superman costume he wore every day so that I could wash it.&nbsp; At times, David has actually been convinced that he could fly.&nbsp; Once, he even constructed wings from two un-bent coat hangers and trash bags and asked if he could try to fly off the front porch.&nbsp; One of the greatest compliments he ever paid me was to draw a picture of a woman in a cape with the caption, &#8220;My mom is a hero.&#8221;&nbsp; I carry that little picture with me in my wallet every day.
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