<?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-5522952007031905803</id><updated>2012-01-30T18:57:51.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redhead Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-6318064427002713443</id><published>2012-01-23T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:53:42.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><summary type='text'>I made a commitment to myself I would be much better about blogging this year. So far, not so good. It's January 23 and I'm writing my second post of the year. At least it is in the same month, so I'll just give myself a B- and pledge to do better!Here are some of the things on my mind lately...Exercise...exercise...exercise. It's like I am working on a rough draft for a brilliant research paper.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6318064427002713443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/6318064427002713443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/6318064427002713443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-7438597580433881067</id><published>2011-12-31T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:46:48.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 - The Year of More Cowbell</title><summary type='text'>If you have never seen the SNL skit, "More Cowbell" you might want to watch it before reading my post...I'll wait...............Okay, now that you have watched it, I can continue. In roughly eight hours and thirty minutes, 2011 will be history. Long gone. No more. Out the door. It was an interesting year. I have been reflecting on 2011 today and I concluded it could have had "more cowbell". You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7438597580433881067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-year-of-more-cowbell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/7438597580433881067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/7438597580433881067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-year-of-more-cowbell.html' title='2012 - The Year of More Cowbell'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXpeVSQV4FQ/Tv-A-agM_XI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Wu8yIqPgWF4/s72-c/Cowbell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-4068418708614440567</id><published>2011-12-26T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:58:17.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams 101</title><summary type='text'>Scary dreams...funny dreams...weird dreams...you name it and I have dreamt it lately. For about the past week, I have had some of the most bizarre dreams ever. Throughout the course of a night's sleep, I am having a multitude of dreams that are in no way related to one another. I know there are a lot of things that can cause people to have weird dreams. Medication is usually the culprit, but the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4068418708614440567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreams-101.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/4068418708614440567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/4068418708614440567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/dreams-101.html' title='Dreams 101'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cznoIT4c5t4/TvinZLycixI/AAAAAAAAAiA/c5K1ujUoeTk/s72-c/Dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-5729877686730124459</id><published>2011-10-10T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:20:13.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Fantastic Fall</title><summary type='text'>Fall makes this girl very happy! I absolutely love the smell in the air, the colors, the crispness in the air and the sound the leaves make as you walk across the yard. I find my true solace in Fall. I almost feel like I could lay in a hammock and pen the great American novel while soaking in the comforting blanket of my favorite season.As a kid, I think Fall was my favorite season because my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5729877686730124459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/fabulous-fantastic-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/5729877686730124459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/5729877686730124459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/fabulous-fantastic-fall.html' title='Fabulous Fantastic Fall'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1iopJDpDx0/TpNQk5HXhJI/AAAAAAAAAgw/pr6GPPVqZKw/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-10%2Bat%2B3.09.50%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-4026841076928142248</id><published>2011-03-28T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:46:13.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><summary type='text'>I realized today I am in need of something to boost my short term memory! Where in the world did it go to? Sometimes the word is right on the tip of my tongue, but it will just not come out. Talk about frustrating! My long term memory is pretty amazing. I remember things from when I was pretty little as in about 2 - 3 years old. Is that crazy or what? I wish my long term and short term would get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4026841076928142248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-realized-today-i-am-in-need-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/4026841076928142248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/4026841076928142248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-realized-today-i-am-in-need-of.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nGXIHUEAKcs/TZEAO9ww1tI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TWaAcGBf68w/s72-c/0011f0a8_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-4773026884337403828</id><published>2011-03-27T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:33:15.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years Already???</title><summary type='text'>I found out recently my 20th year class reunion is officially on the calendar! WOW! Where in the world did time go to? I will tell you I got a little anxious when I began thinking about the reunion because I have wanted to lose some weight...let's get real...(a lot of weight!) for a long time. Finally, this was it...here was my inspiration! I have tried diet after diet and FAILED big time! I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4773026884337403828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/03/20-years-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/4773026884337403828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/4773026884337403828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/03/20-years-already.html' title='20 Years Already???'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bP1aPup3Vfc/TY_lTWrE82I/AAAAAAAAAe8/MyWAA7NrXhk/s72-c/20years3LARGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-1054833145858524258</id><published>2011-02-20T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:10:37.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Mark...</title><summary type='text'> Once football season is over, I'm always a little sad. However, I do get excited because I know track season is right around the corner. During football season, you pretty much know what to expect in terms of weather. That is not the case at a track meet. You can have a beautiful, sun shining day...with winds 80 mph. You can have a beautiful, sun shining day...with no wind and temps in the 90's.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1054833145858524258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-your-mark_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/1054833145858524258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/1054833145858524258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-your-mark_20.html' title='On Your Mark...'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WP32fteekQ/TWFW0r5UkjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TuhGjRWhQp4/s72-c/IMG_8035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-3410627834360524217</id><published>2011-02-20T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:08:49.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Mark...</title><summary type='text'> Once football season is over, I'm always a little sad. However, I do get excited because I know track season is right around the corner. During football season, you pretty much know what to expect in terms of weather. That is not the case at a track meet. You can have a beautiful, sun shining day...with winds 80 mph. You can have a beautiful, sun shining day...with no wind and temps in the 90's.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3410627834360524217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-your-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/3410627834360524217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/3410627834360524217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-your-mark.html' title='On Your Mark...'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WP32fteekQ/TWFW0r5UkjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/TuhGjRWhQp4/s72-c/IMG_8035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-6154576925993399844</id><published>2011-02-13T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:59:57.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Memories</title><summary type='text'> Valentine's Day was one of my favorite holidays growing up. I always looked forward to creating the Valentine's sacks that we would fill with all the cards from our classmates. I remember cutting hearts out of construction paper and using glitter everywhere! The Valentine's Day parties at school were always a lot of fun. I always liked getting the card that had the red sucker attached and for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6154576925993399844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-memories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/6154576925993399844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/6154576925993399844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-memories.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Memories'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w55mVWpGg2U/TVhuMUDc0NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/c3MuCPRJo3s/s72-c/Valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522952007031905803.post-7837057879537881924</id><published>2011-02-01T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:48:31.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snazzy Snowflakes</title><summary type='text'>Snowflakes are absolutely amazing! Check out the link at the end of my post with pictures of snowflakes. As I was looking at the pictures of the snowflakes, I got to thinking about how snowflakes and people are alike. First, there are no two snowflakes perfectly identical. The same goes with people. Snowflakes can float oh so gently to the earth or join up with other snowflakes and have a party </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7837057879537881924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/snazzy-snowflakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/7837057879537881924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522952007031905803/posts/default/7837057879537881924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingerwilson.blogspot.com/2011/02/snazzy-snowflakes.html' title='Snazzy Snowflakes'/><author><name>Ginger Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11201675754892093504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/Sz4gu46421I/AAAAAAAAAX0/FNQUT0StZGQ/S220/FBProfilePicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8kwPH4G7uKQ/TUjTFKhL-wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nXcdGGZMy10/s72-c/snowflake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
