<?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-6765172</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:54:41.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Love . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>I love you, O Lord, my strength.  -- Psalm 18:1</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-7481594620216908709</id><published>2007-11-01T03:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:30:41.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... candlelit birthday dinner planned by one who wanted everything to be just perfect ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-7481594620216908709?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-2171249278282013480?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/2171249278282013480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/2171249278282013480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2171249278282013480' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-4824512258445817496</id><published>2007-02-01T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:00:55.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... the hope of reconciliation ... taking it one day at a time ... forehead to forehead ... the mystery of a gaze held in the dark ... the unwillingness to leave each other ... a good read ... giving rest ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-4824512258445817496?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/4824512258445817496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/4824512258445817496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4824512258445817496' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-6334364425916597481</id><published>2006-12-13T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:25:09.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... little kisses that can't be helped or kept in ... a needful nuzzling ... the determination to be free and clear of muck ... honesty ... the easy exchange of thoughts, opinions, views, learnings, insights ... when the undeniable instinct and need is to be close ... a good hearty meal ... new friendships with really amazing women ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-6334364425916597481?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/6334364425916597481'/><link rel='self' 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separated ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-116434353116554452?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/116434353116554452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/116434353116554452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116434353116554452' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-116196217825150154</id><published>2006-10-27T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:16:18.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... warm breath on bare skin ... the instinctual "don't leave me" clutch ... watching him play ... the promise of next week ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-116196217825150154?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/116196217825150154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/116196217825150154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116196217825150154' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-116137269164353906</id><published>2006-10-20T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:32:34.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... reconciliation ... when he remembers ... soy chai lattes from Starbucks ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-116137269164353906?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/116137269164353906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/116137269164353906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116137269164353906' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-113847518068993617</id><published>2006-01-28T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:06:20.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... rest and feeling at home ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-113847518068993617?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/113847518068993617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/113847518068993617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-113272743383081194</id><published>2005-11-23T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T01:30:33.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... the careful, intimate brush of fingers against my knee ... smirky grins in the blue-lit interior of a car ... honest looks into each other's eyes ... seeing that my muscles do indeed have memory ... a dish that turns out exactly the way it should ... efficiency ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-113272743383081194?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/113272743383081194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-113157394489128382?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/113157394489128382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/113157394489128382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113157394489128382' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-112813513685143297</id><published>2005-09-30T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:52:16.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... a crispy, cool, even chilly and cold autumn evening ... strolling, arms brushing, drifting towards and away and towards and away ... leaning in close to hear a softly-spoken truth ... opening my eyes to see the kindest eyes looking back into mine ... myself reflected in a trusted one ... innocence asleep, without a care and without pretension ... resolution ... a surprise attention to detail: nicer, fancier, tastier, more softly-lit than expected ... being seen and known ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-112813513685143297?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/112813513685143297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/112813513685143297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112813513685143297' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-112318399217660471</id><published>2005-08-04T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:33:12.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... the inside joke accompanied by the warm sideways glance and one-uplifted-corner-of-the-mouth grin ... late-night, early-morning conversations in the outdoors when it's just cool enough to raise goosebumps on my arm ... anticipating vacation: time in the sun, morning quiet times, relaxing evenings ... the brush of the fingers ... washing dishes alone after a busy bustling evening ... a new outfit that makes me feel like the sh*t ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-112318399217660471?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/112318399217660471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/112318399217660471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112318399217660471' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-111651376288121191</id><published>2005-05-19T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T09:42:42.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... thought-provoking, hilarious, quiet, intimate, get-to-know-you conversation with someone with whom I don't normally get to have thought-provoking, hilarious, quiet, intimate get-to-know-you conversations ... feeling safe and enclosed and peaceful on the road ... rockin' out ... driving at night and staring up at the dark sky and noticing how the road winds and turns, but the moon stays in the same place ... discovering there are people just like me ... understanding and being understood, and acknowledging the understanding ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-111651376288121191?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/111651376288121191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/111651376288121191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651376288121191' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-111461570369849419</id><published>2005-04-27T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:28:23.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... the busy bustle of Grand Central Terminal during the evening rush hour ... having choices, in life, in love, but especially at the Terminal Market which sells the tastiest spinach pie I've had so far in my life, and the Grand Harvest wine store which sells the most interestingly-named shirazes (or whatever the plural is) ... using my time efficiently 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-111290725178912531</id><published>2005-04-07T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T15:55:10.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... becoming happily drowsy in a comfortable, safe car ... a day of real rest ... a book so good and so gripping and so otherwordly, that when the real world beckons, it takes a few minutes to realize where you are ... the sideways look that carries tons of weight, years of meaning, and cuts deeply into your soul, making your hands shake and your belly flip ... resurrecting a meaningful CD and playing it over and over as the memories wash back ... comfortable and faded jeans that have seen the world ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-111290725178912531?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/111290725178912531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/111290725178912531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111290725178912531' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-111056049827444093</id><published>2005-03-11T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:01:38.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... completing a crafty project ... discovering a new recipe that's easy, quick and lovable ... frisky toddlers thinking my head is a sofa and thinking nothing of squatting comfortably on it when I unwittingly lay on the floor to relax ... wet and sticky kisses from babies who are unselfconscious about showing love ... warm glances from across the room ... the constant exchange of inside jokes ... the intimacy of revealing bits and pieces about myself to someone who wants to get to know bits and pieces about myself ... satisfying takeout food and adult conversation ... the anticipation of seeing old friends who fit comfortably like the warmest pair of flannel pajamas ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-111056049827444093?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/111056049827444093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/111056049827444093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111056049827444093' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-110122846549758437</id><published>2004-11-23T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T11:47:45.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being told that I'm beautiful ... babies smiling at me in recognition and tumbling straight into my arms for a bear hug ... a juicy, melt-in-your-mouth piece of medium-rare steak with cocktail-y steak sauce ... a well-plotted and dastardly, but hilarious plan of action ... the jump in your stomach from one well-connected glance that seems to last forever ... a cheesy postcard from a cheesy place ... having so many things that I want to do with my life and being excited to start some, nay &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;, of them ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-110122846549758437?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/110122846549758437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/110122846549758437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122846549758437' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-108424554079609167</id><published>2004-05-10T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:19:00.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thunder that cracks so loudly and violently that you startle wide-eyed like a baby, then giggle shakily at yourself for being so scared ... lightning that flashes across the sky in jagged configurations that make you wonder where it's going ... the smell of rain ... meeting a challenge and having one of your own offered challenges be met ... the moment when a baby's curious stare changes into a charming and selfless grin of acknowledgement ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108424554079609167?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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baseball games ... sleepy babies that snuggle droopily against my shoulder ... milkshakes ... quality time with especial friends ... finding common ground with complete strangers ... NHF Praise Team ... a perfectly-timed hand on the knee ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108299231477718365?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108299231477718365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108299231477718365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299231477718365' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-108274924168196470</id><published>2004-04-23T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:44:50.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the New York Yankees ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108274924168196470?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108274924168196470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108274924168196470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274924168196470' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-108255907436550006</id><published>2004-04-21T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T09:55:20.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strolling the streets of Manhattan on a warm but breezy evening with a best friend ... a really tasty meal that's worth the cost ... serious conversation followed by honest laughter ... realizing that someone loves you more than you think they do ... leaving the bed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, only to return to sink into blankets that are still warm and snuggly ... slightly sludgy coffee ... watching the best-laid plans go horribly awry in the funniest way possible ... rehashing an old joke again and again and again and giggling &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; time ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108255907436550006?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108255907436550006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108255907436550006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255907436550006' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-108197213016852104</id><published>2004-04-14T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T14:52:46.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>macaroni and cheese ... trusted guy friends who will love you and embrace you without judgment, no matter what, and who will kick you in the butt to make you feel better about yourself ... that particular formula-and-baby-powder baby smell ... the way that babies nuzzle you in the neck when they are tired, and how their little hands fist into your sweater when they want to static cling, and how they lean their foreheads against your chin as they peer over their shoulders at what is out there in the big world ... lukewarm water ... the top of Cadillac Mountain in Maine after a four-hour hike ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108197213016852104?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108197213016852104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108197213016852104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108197213016852104' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-108188254032160699</id><published>2004-04-13T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T13:59:35.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the warm inside of a car when it's pitter-pattering rain outside ... split pea soup with pieces of ham floating inside ... Manhattan ... a clear-but-smoky singing voice that reaches to the heavens and makes your guts tremble ... coming out of a great music concert half-deaf from the overpowering speaker system ... thinking up tricky tricks to play on your most easy-going and quick-to-laugh friends ... Scrabble ... learning something new and unexpected about someone ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108188254032160699?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108188254032160699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108188254032160699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188254032160699' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-108180328704215258</id><published>2004-04-12T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T15:58:40.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... soft -- not rough -- and vibrantly-colored flannel pajamas that are just a bit too long, and a heavy down comforter to get lost in when i'm feeling under the weather ... an afternoon lost (not "wasted") in front of it's-so-bad-it's-good television ... completing several demanding obligations, coming home, washing up, changing into more comfortable clothes, and just &lt;i&gt;sitting down&lt;/i&gt; to breathe ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108180328704215258?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108180328704215258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108180328704215258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180328704215258' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6765172.post-108178216512349845</id><published>2004-04-12T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:38:36.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the grand tradition of &lt;a href="http://margaretcho.net/blog"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Margaret Cho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cristine.net/~cristine/home.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Unlimited Mood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I humbly present to you what I love -- an ever-changing, ever-evolving list of things, people, places, events, views, experiences that bring joy and foot-stomping rabble-rousing music to my inner heart ... check back often, faithful readers, for you never know what crazy, cheesy, heart-warming, unexpected addition will appear next ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6765172-108178216512349845?l=chaesqloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108178216512349845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6765172/posts/default/108178216512349845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaesqloves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178216512349845' title=''/><author><name>ChaEsq</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
