<?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-4346470323048154194</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:11.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Angel Studios</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Earth Angel Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267164854076586251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNKrTHSLJRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LVllA6b5_n4/S220/Jul+019-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4346470323048154194.post-6918540325710633966</id><published>2008-10-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:58:09.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News: Superman hurt, more at 11...</title><content type='html'>My four-year-old suffered his first major accident a few days ago.  I guess it wouldn't be considered major, but for this poor mom it was.  I was picking him up from preschool and learned from his teacher that he had been playing chase with another boy in class and there had been a small accident.  My first concern was that he was okay emotionally knowing that he only really cries if he wants attention from me.  And she pointed to where he was sitting I expected his bright shining face to smile back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SPliqTL1YkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ur-aAIcYKtg/s1600-h/Danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 5pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SPliqTL1YkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ur-aAIcYKtg/s200/Danny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258342518775702082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was holding a paper towel covered ice pack over his mouth and nose and I saw his eyes start to squint and fill with tears.  I still only thought he was crying because he wanted my attention.  So I went over to him and he uncovered his face to show me his wounds.  I know boys will be boys and get into mischief and have accidents, believe me I know, my youngest is top heavy and has dents all over his head.  But nothing could have prepared me for the horror... okay, I'm exaggerating, but I was a little shocked.  His nose was all scraped up and bloody and his lip was as big as Angelina Jolie's and all cut and black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not a spoiled child, by any means, but when I was sick or got hurt I remember my mom would take very good care of me.  I remember getting 7-Up in a glass bottle (remember those?) and saltine crackers when I had an upset stomach, or she'd bring me chocolate milk while I was taking a bath.  I appreciate those memories because when my kids get sick they get spoiled just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SPlkdH5RV_I/AAAAAAAAACw/XOkHyOOiRko/s1600-h/Batman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SPlkdH5RV_I/AAAAAAAAACw/XOkHyOOiRko/s200/Batman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258344491430008818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got home from school I let him relax on the couch and watch cartoons.  After cartoons I let him soak in a bubble bath for awhile and served him strawberry milk (his favorite at the moment).  His face lit up so much it made my heart swell.  He even said, "for me?"  Then after his bath I made him his favorite dinner, toasted cheese with apples and yogurt.  More cartoons, some cuddling, then off to bed.  Superman will be ready for another big day in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4346470323048154194-6918540325710633966?l=earthangelstudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/feeds/6918540325710633966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4346470323048154194&amp;postID=6918540325710633966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/6918540325710633966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/6918540325710633966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-four-year-old-suffered-his-first.html' title='Breaking News: Superman hurt, more at 11...'/><author><name>Earth Angel Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267164854076586251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNKrTHSLJRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LVllA6b5_n4/S220/Jul+019-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SPliqTL1YkI/AAAAAAAAACo/ur-aAIcYKtg/s72-c/Danny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4346470323048154194.post-7322817388515357491</id><published>2008-09-18T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:50:48.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Etsy Purchase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNL1maltBII/AAAAAAAAACg/rgt1AYxCQVM/s1600-h/il_430xN.31194510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNL1maltBII/AAAAAAAAACg/rgt1AYxCQVM/s200/il_430xN.31194510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247526556161344642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About a month and a half ago I was trying to think of a really great thing to get my husband for our anniversary.  Only six years of marriage and my mind is blank.  So I go to the Etsy site, and on a whim I type "anniversary" in the search box.  And I skim through each page--photos, jewelry, cards.  Whoopideedoo.... *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for some reason I notice this black and white photo that looked unusual so I clicked on it. It was for a custom name photo, pictures of a location or thing deliberately taken to look like a letter.  My eyes got wide and I mouthed quietly "wow."  Then it hit me, why not have this be made into our name with our wedding date on it.  Oh man, he's gonna love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how easy it was.  I ordered it and paid for it, then almost immediately I got a response from the seller with details about how I wanted my picture to look.  I got to pick out the background, letter style and color and what I wanted it to say.  Needless to say, when I received it in the mail it was simply awesome.  And yes, he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.javajanedesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;www.JavaJaneDesigns.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4346470323048154194-7322817388515357491?l=earthangelstudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/feeds/7322817388515357491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4346470323048154194&amp;postID=7322817388515357491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/7322817388515357491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/7322817388515357491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-etsy-purchase.html' title='My First Etsy Purchase!'/><author><name>Earth Angel Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267164854076586251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNKrTHSLJRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LVllA6b5_n4/S220/Jul+019-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNL1maltBII/AAAAAAAAACg/rgt1AYxCQVM/s72-c/il_430xN.31194510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4346470323048154194.post-3344392864900298362</id><published>2008-09-18T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:09:40.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy!  As in Etc.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLtXIDMGMI/AAAAAAAAACY/cObsxsdFIY0/s1600-h/ListingBailey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLtXIDMGMI/AAAAAAAAACY/cObsxsdFIY0/s200/ListingBailey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247517497393682626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I found this Etsy thing and thought I'd give it a try.  I opened up my very own virtual shop and am peddling my first creations.  We all have to start somewhere, right?  I started with a stuffed pillow that serves to comfort a child who is hurt or sick through a heated rice pillow you can put inside of it.  I thought this would be a cute idea in place of the usual "boo boo bags" I've seen that are just square shaped and blah.  Especially for smaller kids, like my oldest, who is four and loves stuffed animals.  So primarily it would be used at bed time or quiet times for calming purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to add more therapy items directed at adults too, like neck wraps, eye pillows, wrist pillows for keyboards, etc. for some variety.  I've always been interested in ways to treat myself naturally instead of getting prescriptions for weird chemicals that usually end up having side effects.  I started researching aromatherapy and natural treatments probably 14 or so years ago.  That was about when I started hearing a lot about organic stuff.  Organic foods, organic medicine, organic gardening.  So I'm kind of on that kick right now.  And thinking about how I can implement aromatherapy with natural healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4346470323048154194-3344392864900298362?l=earthangelstudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/feeds/3344392864900298362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4346470323048154194&amp;postID=3344392864900298362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/3344392864900298362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/3344392864900298362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/etsy-as-in-etc.html' title='Etsy!  As in Etc.?'/><author><name>Earth Angel Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267164854076586251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNKrTHSLJRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LVllA6b5_n4/S220/Jul+019-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLtXIDMGMI/AAAAAAAAACY/cObsxsdFIY0/s72-c/ListingBailey1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4346470323048154194.post-8956828786031181952</id><published>2008-09-18T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:05:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>So today felt like a good day to start this blog thing.  I usually hesitate when it comes to sharing personal things or just writing in general.  I'm self-conscious, shy and prefer to listen over talking about myself.  I just don't do it.  Now, here comes the "but."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new project that most would call a business but I can't swallow the definition of "business" just yet.  I feel a business is something that a person is successful at and confident about.  I am neither.  I almost giggle though because I really have to believe that I'm confident and successful.  My baby step is persistence at this point.  So here I am, talking about myself and this business thing, hoping my persistence will lead me to confidence and maybe success in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Angel Studios is a place where I can put all my creative ventures.  I have piles and boxes and bags of craft stuff that I've accumulated over the years from whatever was inspiring me at the moment.  I have an interest in just about everything from knitting to auto mechanics (obviously not a crafty thing). Hopefully, all of it will fit inside this little "business" package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLEHGIhAmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CTkhHRrCpYc/s1600-h/Logo+e-mail+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLEHGIhAmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CTkhHRrCpYc/s320/Logo+e-mail+small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247472142024508002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My darling husband was hired by me (he got paid with cookies) to make a logo that represented me in some way.  I gave him a hint of my vision and what you see is what he came up with.  I'm very proud of it even if it took him the better of 6 weeks and countless nags from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little angel is a representation of the innocence and purity of youth (and obviously, that my name is Angel) and how I feel as an adult--the little girl trying to show the world who she is and being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLQkY1GzRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q4ZlYc9E-T4/s1600-h/Tiger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLQkY1GzRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/q4ZlYc9E-T4/s200/Tiger1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247485839399111954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitten is a representation of the first creature to show me unconditional love, my blue Burmese cat, Tiger.  I struggled through many losses, failures and disappointments in my teens and early 20s.  I thought that true love and devotion did not exist and my life would carry on unfulfilled and unhappy.  When Tiger came into my life, everything changed.  (Don't people say that about kids)?  He would comfort me when I was sick, wait by the door when I came home from work, talk to me when no one else would, hug me when I needed it most.  Twelve years later and I know I wouldn't have survived without having him.  Animals do love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a symbol of all things that are bigger than us, and that we should all have a sense of purity and innocence on this earth.  That we should take care of it and one another.  So basically, that's it.  I'm just this lonely girl who found acceptance from an unexpected creature who wants to make the world a better place through heartfelt and handmade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4346470323048154194-8956828786031181952?l=earthangelstudios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/feeds/8956828786031181952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4346470323048154194&amp;postID=8956828786031181952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/8956828786031181952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4346470323048154194/posts/default/8956828786031181952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earthangelstudios.blogspot.com/2008/09/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>Earth Angel Studios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04267164854076586251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNKrTHSLJRI/AAAAAAAAABg/LVllA6b5_n4/S220/Jul+019-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNSk3tTerJY/SNLEHGIhAmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CTkhHRrCpYc/s72-c/Logo+e-mail+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
