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	<title>Stiletto Diaries™</title>
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		<title>Words From The Wise</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The best way to predict your future is to create it.&#8221; - Abraham Lincoln]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/03/27/words-from-the-wise/</link>
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		<title>Dear Jack</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I hope you never have to know what it feels like to be in my shoes.  I hope you never think that your kids would be better off with someone else, someone who can give them the best of everything, because you failed them.  Because you failed yourself.  I hope you never have to hear [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/03/22/dear-jack-2/</link>
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		<title>Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There Is Some Kind Of Pain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday was a rough day. In fact it was so bad, and I felt so hopeless and desperate, that I seriously considered checking myself into a hospital.  I looked up suicide crisis centers in my city, just in case, and wrote down the numbers for several help lines. Sometimes life and the nastiness of this [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/03/21/behind-every-beautiful-thing-there-is-some-kind-of-pain/</link>
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		<title>The Dreams In Which I’m Dying Are The Best I Ever Had</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is plenty to report, but not much that I am willing to say.  Unfortunately, it may remain so for quite some time. Aiden has moved out, and now I divide my time between his place and what now feels like Jack&#8217;s house.  My schedule generally involves work, picking up the kids from school, doing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/03/10/the-dreams-in-which-i%e2%80%99m-dying-are-the-best-i-ever-had/</link>
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		<title>What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been mulling over what to do with this blog, and with my now inactive Twitter account.  I&#8217;ve debated deleting them both, after offering alternative contact information to anyone that would like it. I don&#8217;t think that I have it in me to continue tweeting, and now that I&#8217;ve been away from it for over [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/02/26/what-shall-we-do-with-a-drunken-sailor/</link>
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		<title>These Walls Surround Me With The Story Of Our Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Earlier this week I wrote a sizable post, speaking about our current state of affairs, but after allowing it to sit for a few days, and consulting other involved parties, I&#8217;ve decided against publishing it. The fact of the matter is that Jack and I are separating. Despite outward appearances and the timing of everything, this actually has [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/02/11/these-walls-surround-me-with-the-story-of-our-life/</link>
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		<title>Better Than Playing In Traffic</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last week I decided to randomly cross something off of my Life List, and made some homemade playdough with my kids.  They seemed to particularly enjoy picking out food coloring with which to dye to dough, and then making it into all sorts of fun shapes.  We never had play doh from the store when [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/02/06/better-than-playing-in-traffic/</link>
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		<title>There&#8217;s A Sorrow Hanging In The Air Between Us</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On Saturday night the three adults that live in this house sat down together to have a family meeting.  This is not unusual for us, however, the outcome of this particular meeting happened to be that Aiden is going to be moving out of our home. It saddens me just to type it, and I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/01/31/theres-a-sorrow-hanging-in-the-air-between-us/</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Not Even On Drugs, I&#8217;m Just Weird</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jack and I recently celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary (10th anniversary as a couple) and he surprised me with a limosine ride to the Calgary Tower, where we had dinner at the revolving restauraunt.  It was such a surprise, totally amazing, and not to mention, crossed TWO things off of my Life List: 85. Ride in a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/01/29/im-not-even-on-drugs-im-just-weird/</link>
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		<title>You Taste Like Grandma</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We are only two weeks into 2011, and I&#8217;ve already managed to cross something off of my Life List, and I am half-way though a second item!  It&#8217;s shaping up to be a productive year. Jack got me a wonderful dehydrator for Christmas, which made it easy to make our own beef jerky! 325. Make [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/01/15/you-taste-like-grandma/</link>
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		<title>In For A Penny, In For A Pound</title>
		<description><![CDATA[2011 got off to kind of a rough start.  The day after our fantastic NYE Luau party (which was a grand success) I started my period AND came down with a really bad case of the flu, all while Jack and I were in Edmonton spending a few days with his family.  I was very [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2011/01/06/in-for-a-penny-in-for-a-pound/</link>
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		<title>The Least Of My Worries</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m writing this during our drive home from dropping the kids off with their grandparents (man I love being able to blog from my android phone).  We made it through the holidays unscathed and for the most part, had a wonderful time. I was totally spoiled this year by both of my loves, and by [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/12/27/the-least-of-my-worries/</link>
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		<title>Tigers Love Pepper (They Hate Cinnamon)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s Christmas Eve, and despite the fact that I still have quite a number of tasks to complete, I felt like writing (and I may not get a chance to update until sometime after Boxing Day). This is the first Christmas we&#8217;ve had in Alberta where we were not traveling on Christmas Day.  You have [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/12/24/tigers-love-pepper-they-hate-cinnamon/</link>
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		<title>Pierce Me Baby, One More Time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been practicing my play piercing technique, and not just on lifeless poultry carcasses.  Aiden decided that I wouldn&#8217;t be allowed to poke needles into him until I&#8217;d tried it on myself, and so with much trepidation, I gave it a go. The first time kind of sucked. The second time hardly phased me. My confidence is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/12/16/pierce-me-baby-one-more-time/</link>
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		<title>I Dare You To Have A Different Opinion Than Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve finally decided to acknowledge that it&#8217;s almost Christmas. My denial of the season comes not from my usual distaste for the entire over-commercialized mess that is December, but from the fact that I have been utterly and completely distracted by matters completely unrelated to the holidays. Fortunately, even though I didn&#8217;t feel the least [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/12/13/i-dare-you-to-have-a-different-opinion-than-me/</link>
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		<title>Is Life What You’d Imagined, When We Had Nothing Else To Frame It In?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[2010 has been quite a year, has it not? The past 12 months have seen Aiden move in with us and become a part of our family.  Then there was another move of epic proportions, taking all five of us, and the two dogs, over 2,000 miles back across the country.  Back to Calgary and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/12/09/is-life-what-youd-imagined-when-we-had-nothing-else-to-frame-it-in/</link>
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		<title>You Guys Are So Fucked Now!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[How was your weekend? Mine was productive, and yet relaxing.  Here, let me tell you about it. Thursday night (yes, I am starting on Thursday) was the evening Jack and I set aside to celebrate the anniversary of our engagement (which was technically on Friday, see below for why we had it on Thursday instead). [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/11/29/you-guys-are-so-fucked-now/</link>
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		<title>Give Me Your Honest Praise!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have a few minutes to spare and so I thought I would post a quick round-up of recent goings on here in Chez Gibson. I&#8217;m still experimenting and tweaking my diet (and by diet I mean eating habits) in order to gain the approval of my colon.  There have been good days and bad [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/11/24/give-me-your-honest-praise/</link>
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		<title>I Lost My Virginity In A Confessional Booth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last weekend Aiden and I attended the Taboo Sex Show in Calgary. While there wasn&#8217;t anything particularly new or exciting, we DID meet some fabulous people from the local kink community and got the down-low on an upcoming play party that we plan to attend. We saw a really fantastic coffee table that converted into [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/11/20/i-lost-my-virginity-in-a-confessional-booth/</link>
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		<title>We Shall Have A Magnificent Garden Party, And You’re Not Invited</title>
		<description><![CDATA[WARNING!  This post is bound to contain descriptions and imagery that are normally reserved for awkward visits with ones family doctor.  Certainly nothing a person would dream of sharing in casual company.  Please skip over this post and check out something a little sexier if talk of colon-related catastrophes is too much for your delicate sensibilities. For [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://shastagibson.com/2010/11/19/we-shall-have-a-magnificent-garden-party-and-youre-not-invited/</link>
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