<?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-8534610104859071861</id><updated>2011-08-21T07:11:00.186-07:00</updated><category term='children'/><category term='pooh'/><category term='contentment'/><category term='Shaw'/><category term='love'/><category term='kids'/><category term='divorce'/><title type='text'>Words for today</title><subtitle type='html'>Words
Words are so wonderful. We use them everyday. Some better then others. We all convey our thoughts, feelings, love, sadness, worries, hopes, dreams, and joys with them.
I will post a quote that moves me each day and tell you why it does.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7040424948461444344</id><published>2011-02-01T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:22:40.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gave you all I had and then some......I don't think you wanted it. Or perhaps you do but you were not in the right place. Love can only work when all the elements align, the attraction, the desire, the respect, the need to have love, and choosing to go for it, imperfections and all. Maybe if we came together at another time those things would have lined up, and you would have chosen me.......maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to this.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQtAOuBjysc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQtAOuBjysc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says it fairly well. No perfect song. This one is damn close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7040424948461444344?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7040424948461444344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7040424948461444344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7040424948461444344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7040424948461444344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-thoughts.html' title='Just thoughts'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7905036627116384694</id><published>2010-11-23T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:02:51.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Lonely Boys- Staying with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wAlrqEzoCFw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7905036627116384694?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7905036627116384694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7905036627116384694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7905036627116384694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7905036627116384694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2010/11/los-lonely-boys-staying-with-me.html' title='Los Lonely Boys- Staying with Me'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wAlrqEzoCFw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1376757582677415885</id><published>2010-09-16T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:03:36.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House At Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/GyD76y_cqpc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GyD76y_cqpc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GyD76y_cqpc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1376757582677415885?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1376757582677415885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1376757582677415885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1376757582677415885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1376757582677415885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2010/09/house-at-pooh-corner-kenny-loggins.html' title='House At Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins Cover'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6821045411448024893</id><published>2010-09-16T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:02:48.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube - House At Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyD76y_cqpc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YouTube - House At Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6821045411448024893?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyD76y_cqpc' title='YouTube - House At Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins Cover'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6821045411448024893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6821045411448024893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6821045411448024893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6821045411448024893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2010/09/youtube-house-at-pooh-corner-kenny.html' title='YouTube - House At Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins Cover'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-917377107635010299</id><published>2010-09-16T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:03:08.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pooh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together.. there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart.. I’ll always be with you.-- Winnie the Pooh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Here I sit in another house all by myself. My husband has left me for another woman, another life, another dream I don't know. My life seems to be an uphill battle since he left our "Pooh Bear" house. My Pooh, Piglet, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; are no more. They teens spending the night with dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am apart always from my ex husband and sometimes from kids. A part of me is always with all them. I love my girls so very much, I no longer miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; Dad, but I will always love him.  He helped me make my children, he was a big part of our beautiful Pooh bear house. I'm glad the tree fell down, Pooh was right, that was ours, our place, our time to be young and simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-917377107635010299?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/917377107635010299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=917377107635010299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/917377107635010299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/917377107635010299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-ever-there-is-tomorrow-when-were-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-2944784752452915710</id><published>2010-09-16T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:21:28.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>go play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/TJJojf0NREI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MqOPg50sdKo/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517587452527461442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/TJJojf0NREI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MqOPg50sdKo/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear and his friends played a bog role in my family in the very early years. My Oldest daughter Jess Marie, made a game that lasted for days on end. She was Pooh because she "just was". Sari was so tiny and became Piglet. Her dad was (nomatter as she called him), he was grouchy, and I was Tiger Mom. Because I was either real happy or real sad. Baby Em came along and she called her Roo since she was tiny too.&lt;br /&gt;We had a curved tree in the forest of trees behind our home. I loved those day, my days of Christopher Robin.&lt;br /&gt;Well as life goes things changed. Eeyore left us and the house went on the market. My Pooh was frantic about her Honey tree, nobody else could have that. Shockingly about a month before moved away, lightening hit the tree and down our tree went. It remained ours in some way.........But when that tree fell I knew my life was changing, my old life had crumbled and wondered where it would all go.......... Those babies are teens. I have more to say, but not today.&lt;br /&gt;Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-2944784752452915710?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/2944784752452915710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=2944784752452915710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2944784752452915710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2944784752452915710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2010/09/go-play.html' title='go play'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/TJJojf0NREI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MqOPg50sdKo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1261356245102410482</id><published>2010-05-11T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:24:55.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I often if any read this.&lt;br /&gt;I know have not written. Bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to post again,and thanks to whoever reads it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1261356245102410482?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1261356245102410482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1261356245102410482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1261356245102410482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1261356245102410482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothin.html' title='nothin'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7579438262982602908</id><published>2010-03-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:42:27.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/S6-G51G0eqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YmVNK8_SG4I/s1600/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/S6-G51G0eqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YmVNK8_SG4I/s320/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453726001835309730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/expect_to_have_hope_rekindled-expect_your_prayers/346540.html"&gt;Expect  to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous  ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The &lt;b&gt;spring&lt;/b&gt; rains will  come again.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqc" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/sarah_ban_breathnach/"&gt;              Sarah Breathnach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm not going to say Winter was easy. I had two major set backs in my "career", the girls are turning into teens and are so independent.  I was lonily with my Dog lily many winters nights. So now is the time to believe in me. Believe that all things are possible. A better work situation,  developing more mature relationships with my girls, and believing I will find someone to love sometime.  Time passes so very quickly. we have to look for what we want, do what we can to get it, and pray that God gives us what we need, evern if it is not what we think we want.&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the trees bud, the flowers pop, the grass grow, I will remember I can do the same thing. I can stronger after the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7579438262982602908?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7579438262982602908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7579438262982602908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7579438262982602908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7579438262982602908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/S6-G51G0eqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YmVNK8_SG4I/s72-c/IMG_0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1602353665832838615</id><published>2009-12-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:45:23.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/Szw48Xo-xcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WqNXiK-dxWk/s1600-h/sarah+pics+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421270661236442562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/Szw48Xo-xcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WqNXiK-dxWk/s320/sarah+pics+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. ~Benjamin Franklin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 is almost here. I know I have things to do........... Get my finances in order, eat better, deal with the Nicotine........., start my new job, love my kids, visit my family more, keep my energy up, a lot.  A step at a time.  Oh, love myself..........  2010, time to really start over. I thought I had but truth be told I have not let go of the hurt of my divorce 5 years ago. It's time to let him be him, and start making my life about me and the people that matter to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;A time to build&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1602353665832838615?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1602353665832838615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1602353665832838615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1602353665832838615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1602353665832838615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/12/be-always-at-war-with-your-vices-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/Szw48Xo-xcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WqNXiK-dxWk/s72-c/sarah+pics+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6966343286837430442</id><published>2009-12-19T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:20:29.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/Sy2z14EFNNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8F7FF6CxUUQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/Sy2z14EFNNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8F7FF6CxUUQ/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417183664960517330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunderstorm, and we all go through it together. - Garrison Keillor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I believed in Santa Clause. I loved Christmas so much all the that it brought, family, Christmas Specials on TV, and of course the toys under the tree. I even loved the Christ part, and remember Midnight mass with my sisters and brothers. In later years hanging out way to late at kitchen counter, sneaking treats we should  not have. &lt;br /&gt;I found out at a semi young age that Santa was just a story, Daddy was Santa Clause. I think that was the first of many heart breaks in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I still believed in Christmas, I believed in “Santa Clause” . I planned to grow up and be the perfect Mom like mine and give my kids all the magic I had. I loved watching  my baby brothers and sisters enjoy their years of Santa. &lt;br /&gt;I did grow up and marry. My husband so perfect. We were a picture perfect couple it seemed. We had three picture perfect daughters. Life was pretty good…………I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I began to build my own Christmas, my eight foot  real tree, decorated  with hand made ornaments, white lights ( because the were more peaceful), my home baked cookie wreath, white reindeer lit up the lawn, hand made chocolates, sit down dinner of Filet Mingon and all the sides home made for 25.………..and on and on .  I added more each year. I think I thought I was Martha herself.  I think I was a bit insane.&lt;br /&gt;I think Bob and I got carried away in the Santa Department, like so many young couples.  So many toys. The Great Room overflowing with toys and treats. We played the Song “Santa Clause” by Alabama when we were done. Kissed and went to our separate rooms. Should I have know something was wrong…………….???????? I didn’t, I thought I snored……&lt;br /&gt;The kids never got up to early.  Bob went down and lit the fire, the tree, did last minute touches. The girls and I at top of the big stair case waiting for him to yell “ “Come on down Girls” (Something my Dad did, and Bob still does for our girls every year.)  They ripped open those toys in minutes flat as I blasted Dominick the Donkey,  Smiles and laughter. Bob always gave me something special and lot’s of other things. Such a happy scene. &lt;br /&gt; We enjoyed our Champaign and Strawberries with Chicken livers, pastry and cereal for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;It all appeared so perfect. Somewhere deep inside I think I knew, I wasn’t Martha Stewart and some bodies heart wasn’t in it all. He played his part well those later years of our marriage.  Bob had left us before he was really gone. &lt;br /&gt;Well one fall afternoon Bob told me he was not into me or our marriage. I had known we had problems but he said we didn’t and so I “believed” again. I think I was like a 9 year old child holding onto that last straw that this thing I so believed in really did exist.&lt;br /&gt;I guess just about everything in  my life changed.  I went through  divorce, I was heart sick for me and my kids. I sold my big fancy house, for an extremely modest one. I stayed in my town and keep my girls in their school district. I got a job, well in truth I have had about ten, but I think I am getting better at it, we scaled down on everything in our house. We named our little house “ A Place for Us”.  I started dating, something that made me nervous when I was young, at 40 it really scary.&lt;br /&gt;The following year Christmas changed. &lt;br /&gt;No more house wife, working mom. &lt;br /&gt;Gone were the homemade cookies, gone were all the candies but the Chocolate cherries., gone was eight foot tree. We had a ten year  old fake tree from my Mom. There are advantages to fake trees. They are cost efficient, and no needles to clean for months. This year all the white lights died. The tree is covered in colored lights, and the base broke so it’s actually tied to ceiling. It looks like something out of Dr. Seuss. We have a few presents, but the family still comes. We have our family grab bag, a buffet lunch of cold foods, and continue to have Panetta for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;The girls and I still play their Childhood game, “What does Jesus want for Christmas”……..of course the answer is you. &lt;br /&gt;So…….feeling a bit inadequate watching the others women shopping at the upscale stores, purchasing expensive electronics, and buying all kinds of fancy food in the Super Market, I felt like I had failed. &lt;br /&gt;Why had I turned into Rosanne Barr instead of perfect Martha………….&lt;br /&gt;So I had to take sometime and think about Christmas, life……….&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know who Martha’s kids are, but I know and love all of Rosanne’s. I see beautiful things when Martha is on TV. I hear  of stress about money, and some yelling at Rosanne’s. I always end up seeing love and laughter on their beat up old couch, or around the cheesy kitchen table. &lt;br /&gt;A family is what you make it. Not having a husband, lots of money, and a Christmas tree tied to my ceiling don’t make you less. &lt;br /&gt;Mothers struggle. We all do divorced or married. Our kids grow up before our eyes, they bring great worry and great joy. I wonder if the Blessed Mary felt that way watching Jesus walk his path. I know she was proud in the end. I know he loved her dearly. &lt;br /&gt;I am rambling. This was supposed to be a piece being single at Christmas, jokes about dates, and needy kids. But that is not what I wrote. &lt;br /&gt;I wrote a sort of Pot Pourie of different parts of life and Christmas, and coming of age. &lt;br /&gt;So how do I want to end this…………How do I tie it together. ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you get  to the truth you realize  all parents, single people, Dad’s that are really Moms too, we all struggle with our personal issues. We give our kids what we can. Christmas is a special time, and all works out by the 25th.  Rarely is all perfect. But we give it our best shot. We  love our kids and extended family. We celebrate the truth, Jesus’ Birthday. Somehow I feel Mary had bigger plans then a manger and straw for the birth of Her Special Son, but she did her very best, and that simple first Christmas, a little family in a meager manger brought a Miracle that continues 2000 plus years later. &lt;br /&gt;Funny, I thought this would turn out so different, but these are the words that came. Merry Christmas everyone…………………JennyI remember when I believed in Santa Clause. I loved Christmas so much all the that it brought, family, Christmas Specials on TV, and of course the toys under the tree. I even loved the Christ part, and remember Midnight mass with my sisters and brothers. In later years hanging out way to late at kitchen counter, sneaking treats we should  not have. &lt;br /&gt;I found out at a semi young age that Santa was just a story, Daddy was Santa Clause. I think that was the first of many heart breaks in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I still believed in Christmas, I believed in “Santa Clause” . I planned to grow up and be the perfect Mom like mine and give my kids all the magic I had. I loved watching  my baby brothers and sisters enjoy their years of Santa. &lt;br /&gt;I did grow up and marry. My husband so perfect. We were a picture perfect couple it seemed. We had three picture perfect daughters. Life was pretty good…………I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I began to build my own Christmas, my eight foot  real tree, decorated  with hand made ornaments, white lights ( because the were more peaceful), my home baked cookie wreath, white reindeer lit up the lawn, hand made chocolates, sit down dinner of Filet Mingon and all the sides home made for 25.………..and on and on .  I added more each year. I think I thought I was Martha herself.  I think I was a bit insane.&lt;br /&gt;I think Bob and I got carried away in the Santa Department, like so many young couples.  So many toys. The Great Room overflowing with toys and treats. We played the Song “Santa Clause” by Alabama when we were done. Kissed and went to our separate rooms. Should I have know something was wrong…………….???????? I didn’t, I thought I snored……&lt;br /&gt;The kids never got up to early.  Bob went down and lit the fire, the tree, did last minute touches. The girls and I at top of the big stair case waiting for him to yell “ “Come on down Girls” (Something my Dad did, and Bob still does for our girls every year.)  They ripped open those toys in minutes flat as I blasted Dominick the Donkey,  Smiles and laughter. Bob always gave me something special and lot’s of other things. Such a happy scene. &lt;br /&gt; We enjoyed our Champaign and Strawberries with Chicken livers, pastry and cereal for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;It all appeared so perfect. Somewhere deep inside I think I knew, I wasn’t Martha Stewart and some bodies heart wasn’t in it all. He played his part well those later years of our marriage.  Bob had left us before he was really gone. &lt;br /&gt;Well one fall afternoon Bob told me he was not into me or our marriage. I had known we had problems but he said we didn’t and so I “believed” again. I think I was like a 9 year old child holding onto that last straw that this thing I so believed in really did exist.&lt;br /&gt;I guess just about everything in  my life changed.  I went through  divorce, I was heart sick for me and my kids. I sold my big fancy house, for an extremely modest one. I stayed in my town and keep my girls in their school district. I got a job, well in truth I have had about ten, but I think I am getting better at it, we scaled down on everything in our house. We named our little house “ A Place for Us”.  I started dating, something that made me nervous when I was young, at 40 it really scary.&lt;br /&gt;The following year Christmas changed. &lt;br /&gt;No more house wife, working mom. &lt;br /&gt;Gone were the homemade cookies, gone were all the candies but the Chocolate cherries., gone was eight foot tree. We had a ten year  old fake tree from my Mom. There are advantages to fake trees. They are cost efficient, and no needles to clean for months. This year all the white lights died. The tree is covered in colored lights, and the base broke so it’s actually tied to ceiling. It looks like something out of Dr. Seuss. We have a few presents, but the family still comes. We have our family grab bag, a buffet lunch of cold foods, and continue to have Panetta for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;The girls and I still play their Childhood game, “What does Jesus want for Christmas”……..of course the answer is you. &lt;br /&gt;So…….feeling a bit inadequate watching the others women shopping at the upscale stores, purchasing expensive electronics, and buying all kinds of fancy food in the Super Market, I felt like I had failed. &lt;br /&gt;Why had I turned into Rosanne Barr instead of perfect Martha………….&lt;br /&gt;So I had to take sometime and think about Christmas, life……….&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know who Martha’s kids are, but I know and love all of Rosanne’s. I see beautiful things when Martha is on TV. I hear  of stress about money, and some yelling at Rosanne’s. I always end up seeing love and laughter on their beat up old couch, or around the cheesy kitchen table. &lt;br /&gt;A family is what you make it. Not having a husband, lots of money, and a Christmas tree tied to my ceiling don’t make you less. &lt;br /&gt;Mothers struggle. We all do divorced or married. Our kids grow up before our eyes, they bring great worry and great joy. I wonder if the Blessed Mary felt that way watching Jesus walk his path. I know she was proud in the end. I know he loved her dearly. &lt;br /&gt;I am rambling. This was supposed to be a piece being single at Christmas, jokes about dates, and needy kids. But that is not what I wrote. &lt;br /&gt;I wrote a sort of Pot Pourie of different parts of life and Christmas, and coming of age. &lt;br /&gt;So how do I want to end this…………How do I tie it together. ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you get  to the truth you realize  all parents, single people, Dad’s that are really Moms too, we all struggle with our personal issues. We give our kids what we can. Christmas is a special time, and all works out by the 25th.  Rarely is all perfect. But we give it our best shot. We  love our kids and extended family. We celebrate the truth, Jesus’ Birthday. Somehow I feel Mary had bigger plans then a manger and straw for the birth of Her Special Son, but she did her very best, and that simple first Christmas, a little family in a meager manger brought a Miracle that continues 2000 plus years later. &lt;br /&gt;Funny, I thought this would turn out so different, but these are the words that came. Merry Christmas everyone…………………Jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6966343286837430442?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6966343286837430442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6966343286837430442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6966343286837430442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6966343286837430442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/Sy2z14EFNNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8F7FF6CxUUQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-4940509388546855165</id><published>2009-12-19T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:12:12.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-4940509388546855165?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/4940509388546855165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=4940509388546855165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/4940509388546855165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/4940509388546855165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7496341423876094143</id><published>2009-12-19T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:56:45.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am going to try to start writing in here again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have tried the past few months but I haven't been inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think if I just write I will eventually be inspired and get the hang of it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For today Merry Christmas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7496341423876094143?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7496341423876094143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7496341423876094143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7496341423876094143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7496341423876094143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-going-to-try-to-start-writing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-417774678317688877</id><published>2009-10-31T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:50:11.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a long time</title><content type='html'>Such a long, long time since I posted. I liked doing this. I need get some books out, and pictures and will start again.&lt;br /&gt;I like writing this blog becuase it helped my head clear, my thought form..........&lt;br /&gt;jenny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-417774678317688877?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/417774678317688877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=417774678317688877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/417774678317688877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/417774678317688877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/10/such-long-time.html' title='Such a long time'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1800928079899874608</id><published>2009-08-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:05:33.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><title type='text'>Don't Worry Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I often find it hard to be cheerful when bogged down with errands, house work, my job search, dealing with my ex, missing my ex, missing what is forever gone, and searching for a new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have to force a smile on my face. I have to remember to maintain a state of complete high happiness is near impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I watch my kids play, I do something productive, rememeber good things, plan a good thing and contentment settles in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1800928079899874608?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1800928079899874608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1800928079899874608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1800928079899874608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1800928079899874608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry Be Happy'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-9099638387838895893</id><published>2009-08-26T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:01:56.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheering again</title><content type='html'>You are today where your thoughts have brought you;  you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.&lt;br /&gt;James Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goood or bad the month of August is dedicated to cheerleading and being Team mom. So I know most of todays thoughts will remain with my girls and cheering. Tomorrow I will be back at practice.&lt;br /&gt;I know this should evoke deeper thoughts and if you read this I hope it does. I hope to start posting more meaningful words next week.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-9099638387838895893?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/9099638387838895893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=9099638387838895893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/9099638387838895893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/9099638387838895893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/08/cheering-again.html' title='cheering again'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7431838798141269862</id><published>2009-07-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:16:39.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love doesn't just sit there like a stone: it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.--Ursula K. Le Guin&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could use a new batch of love every day. Way too often, we forget to make a new batch. Then we end up eating hard, old, crumbly stuff that doesn't even taste good. We forget to talk with the people we love. We tell ourselves that they should "know" we love them, even if we haven't called to connect with them for a long time. So we expect them to live off hard, old, dry crumbs too!But baking a fresh hatch of love is a lot easier than baking bread. All we have to do is make a phone call, write a letter or an email, or stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to "make" love every day in order to have love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7431838798141269862?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7431838798141269862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7431838798141269862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7431838798141269862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7431838798141269862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-doesnt-just-sit-there-like-stone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-3249504922165431674</id><published>2009-07-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:38:54.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He who gains a victory over other men is strong; but he who gains a victory over himself is all powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Lao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tzu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We must gain power over own fears, addictions, insecurities, the things that hold us back from truly living to be truly content............. It can be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-3249504922165431674?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/3249504922165431674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=3249504922165431674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3249504922165431674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3249504922165431674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-who-gains-victory-over-other-men-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6032128865121804932</id><published>2009-07-27T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:58:03.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dreams are but thoughts until their effects be tried.&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6032128865121804932?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6032128865121804932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6032128865121804932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6032128865121804932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6032128865121804932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-2876879119717779216</id><published>2009-07-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:16:17.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That is a thought worth thinking about for me. How many days, do I delay, going to the bank, mopping the floor, cutting the lawn, changing the sheets,....... baking a cake, learning to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tye&lt;/span&gt; die for the kids, complementing them on job well done, jumping on the trampoline with them. Because I am SO BUSY............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll die without a perfect lawn, home, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But I won't die, without spending time with my girls. Reality is life is very short and kids grow so quick. I am going to see what they are up to NOW........... Jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-2876879119717779216?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/2876879119717779216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=2876879119717779216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2876879119717779216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2876879119717779216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-put-off-until-tomorrow-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1657233354029073450</id><published>2009-07-13T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:18:37.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Every achiever that I have ever met says, "My life turned around when I began to believe in me."&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For so long after my husband left and I started on my own, I thought that I had done something wrong. I had failed as a wife.  It started with forgiveness. First of myself for where I may have fell short. But then I had to forgive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; for where he fell short. With prayer and thought, I did best. My ex husband is now my friend. I began to see my talents, my loving nature, my skills as a mother, and friend. I began to believe in me. I don't have it all together, but I am on my way. I see my "babies" thriving, I see myself making friends and feeling happy. I came to believe I was worth something.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1657233354029073450?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1657233354029073450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1657233354029073450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1657233354029073450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1657233354029073450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/07/every-achiever-that-i-have-ever-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-3834951409542403948</id><published>2009-05-23T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:20:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/ShjKyudO5AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2GLfKHkwOQc/s1600-h/027_24A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339240331060634626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/ShjKyudO5AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2GLfKHkwOQc/s320/027_24A.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Life's most persistent and urgent question is, “What are you doing for others?”-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometimes we have so much to say, and the days events have us so full of ourselves and our problems we don't stop and look around. Notice our child looks sad, and needs to talk. Notice our teen is distant, notice our dog needs a walk. Little things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come home next time and take a moment to look at your family and see if you can see what they need and give them a little something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-3834951409542403948?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/3834951409542403948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=3834951409542403948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3834951409542403948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3834951409542403948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/05/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/ShjKyudO5AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2GLfKHkwOQc/s72-c/027_24A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-5850992670726255905</id><published>2009-05-11T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:24:08.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The WakingTheodore Roethke&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.We think by feeling. What is there to know?I hear my being dance from ear to ear.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.Of those so close beside me, which are you?God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,And learn by going where I have to go.Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.Great Nature has another thing to doTo you and me; so take the lovely air,And, lovely, learn by going where to go.This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.What falls away is always. And is near.I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I learn by going where I have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-5850992670726255905?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/5850992670726255905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=5850992670726255905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5850992670726255905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5850992670726255905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/05/wakingtheodore-roethke-i-wake-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-5486238746403204134</id><published>2009-04-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:49:02.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET GOING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today I will let go of procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Procrastination is so easy. I'll get the that in five minutes, make it ten. I need to send a few emails, visit my friends on facebook, oh this show is interesting. ( I want to learn how to organize my house.......) Before you know the day is gone. What could you have done, instead reading emails, chatting way to long with a friend on the phone.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clean up you yard, 3 loads of laundry, clean a bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Each day I set goals, small ones. Once I accomplish those things I seem to do more........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is short, if gardening, scrapbooking, painting bring you joy, get up and get going. The joy is so much better, when the work is done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-5486238746403204134?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/5486238746403204134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=5486238746403204134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5486238746403204134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5486238746403204134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-going.html' title='GET GOING'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-4765801476286833985</id><published>2009-04-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:19:24.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make your most important decisions when you are in the worst mood. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.- Wolf Dyke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wolf Dyke &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt; is very wise.  How many times have I read a person wrong when I was upset, rushed an important &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dicision&lt;/span&gt; just because I felt cold. My marriage ended during a very bleak time in my life. I have bi polar and was coming out of bad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;. My ex husbands father died three days before he told me goodbye. I often wonder if I had asked him to wait so I could fully recover and give him time to grieve if we would still be together. But that isn't how it went. We cut down our tree in the our Wintertime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-4765801476286833985?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/4765801476286833985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=4765801476286833985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/4765801476286833985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/4765801476286833985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-cut-tree-down-in-wintertime.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7888279300660254174</id><published>2009-04-04T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:34:55.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please see the trees</title><content type='html'>I don't always see the trees but I try damn hard. This is worth reading, even though it is a bit long..............Jenni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;See the Trees&lt;br /&gt;By William Lambert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I lived in Alabama on a half-acre lot blessed huge oak trees that were 40 feet in diameter. They were HUGE! The house was laid out such that every bedroom faced the backyard. Each bedroom had a large picture window. The view was breathtaking. I enjoyed just looking at the trees. In the fall I would identify a particular leaf that was falling and watched it for what seemed liked 5 minutes before it fell to earth.&lt;br /&gt;One day I invited this married couple over to enjoy the view from the bedroom window. I took them into the bedroom and excitedly pointed to the trees out of the window and exclaimed, "just look"!&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 seconds there was no comment from the couple. I however, noticed a big frown on the woman's face.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "What's wrong". She was reluctant to reply.&lt;br /&gt;I insisted and again said, "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;She relented and said, "Don't you see those fingerprints on the glass?"&lt;br /&gt;I turned and looked and there were what seemed to be fifty or more fingerprints on the glass. I ran for the Windex to clean the glass. The lady "Oh, I didn't mean for you to clean it now."&lt;br /&gt;The morale here is this. That lady never saw the trees. Even when I tried to point them out, She missed it! I didn't see the fingerprints. I was looking through the glass not at it.&lt;br /&gt;When the fingerprints were pointed out to me, I saw them and removed them. The lady never saw the trees. She focused on the fingerprints and she never got passed them.&lt;br /&gt;Life is much like that. There are things in life that are good and things that are bad. You choose which things you want to focus on. I focus on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;What are you focusing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR&lt;br /&gt;William Lambert has made teaching his life submitted this story for our MDI subscribers. With a Master's degree in Education, from Memphis State University, He is a former teacher in the Memphis City Schools System, where he won the prestigious Distinguished Teacher Award. He has published articles in the education and training arena. Some of the articles are: Liven up the Lecture Method, What You Say Is What You Get, Micro Videotaping and The Madison Avenue Approach (to Teaching). You can reach Mr. Lambert at &lt;a title="mailto:wlambert7@comcast.net" href="mailto:wlambert7@comcast.net"&gt;wlambert7@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt; or visit his website &lt;a title="http://www.motivateme.com/" href="http://www.motivateme.com/"&gt;http://www.motivateme.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7888279300660254174?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7888279300660254174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7888279300660254174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7888279300660254174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7888279300660254174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-see-trees.html' title='Please see the trees'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6489774547890854929</id><published>2009-04-02T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:14:34.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quotationsbook.com/author/4581/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macaulay, Thomas B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.............. I did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6489774547890854929?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6489774547890854929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6489774547890854929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6489774547890854929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6489774547890854929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/04/measure-of-mans-real-character-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-2317771965021005311</id><published>2009-04-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:51:45.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaw'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SdTey1LNYQI/AAAAAAAAACY/HZnV3gnNxfM/s1600-h/200px-George_bernard_shaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320122024680317186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SdTey1LNYQI/AAAAAAAAACY/HZnV3gnNxfM/s200/200px-George_bernard_shaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;People are always blaming circumstances for what they are. I do not believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they cannot find them, they make them.&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;George Bernard Shaw was a man of many talents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born&lt;br /&gt;26 July 1856(1856-07-26)&lt;a title="Dublin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dublin"&gt;Dublin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Ireland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ireland"&gt;Ireland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Died&lt;br /&gt;2 November 1950 (aged 94)&lt;a title="Hertfordshire" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hertfordshire"&gt;Hertfordshire&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="England" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/England"&gt;England&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Employment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Employment"&gt;Occupation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playwright, critic, political activist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nationality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nationality"&gt;Nationality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Irish people" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_people"&gt;Irish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Literary genre" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_genre"&gt;Genres&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Satire" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satire"&gt;Satire&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Black comedy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_comedy"&gt;Black comedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Literary movement" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Literary_movement"&gt;Literary movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformist Socialist&lt;br /&gt;Notable award(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nobel Prize in Literature" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobel_Prize_in_Literature"&gt;Nobel Prize in Literature&lt;/a&gt;1925&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Academy Award for Writing Adapted Screenplay" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Academy_Award_for_Writing_Adapted_Screenplay"&gt;Academy Award for Writing Adapted Screenplay&lt;/a&gt;1938 &lt;a title="Pygmalion (1938 film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pygmalion_(1938_film)"&gt;Pygmalion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only man to win both Acedemy Award and Noble Prize Literature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems to me he got up and looked for what he wanted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-2317771965021005311?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/2317771965021005311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=2317771965021005311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2317771965021005311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2317771965021005311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-are-always-blaming-circumstances.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SdTey1LNYQI/AAAAAAAAACY/HZnV3gnNxfM/s72-c/200px-George_bernard_shaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-500354179241565635</id><published>2009-03-19T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:14:38.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I forgive myself for having believed for so long that...&lt;br /&gt;I was never good enough to have, get, be what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Ceanne DeRohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Having a failed marriage, trouble getting work, keeping up with house work, upset kids was all my fault. I believved. Lately I have to come to realize these things were actually not all my fault.. I was dumped with ton of problems and left by the man I loved not ever having paid a bill, worked on my yard, sad children at mid life. I have stopped blaming me and started accepting I am surviving hard times. Surviving the hard timess is giving me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-500354179241565635?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/500354179241565635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=500354179241565635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/500354179241565635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/500354179241565635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-forgive-myself-for-having-believed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-3172336035240586343</id><published>2009-03-18T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:33:02.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on.  Life was meant to be lived.  Curiosity must be kept alive.  One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;I have had my moments in life when I have shut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; and hidden from life, love, the things that make me, me....... But I have come to see how foolish and futile it is. Hiding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; bring your husband back, keep your children small, find you job. Hiding simply an escape, and when you come out of hiding (which is difficult) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, sorrow, loss, fear is still there. It's just that much harder to overcome. I try to face life, I do it by living one day at a time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-3172336035240586343?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/3172336035240586343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=3172336035240586343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3172336035240586343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3172336035240586343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/03/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6470512878074241061</id><published>2009-02-18T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:07:20.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.-Jerry Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not everything you read or write needs to deep and moving. Some things can be simple and put a smile on your face. Jerry is write, there are reasons some roads are less traveled and there are reasons. Simple, true, and put a smile on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6470512878074241061?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6470512878074241061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6470512878074241061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6470512878074241061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6470512878074241061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/02/roads.html' title='Roads'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-2472386110708713111</id><published>2009-02-09T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:54:19.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is not a quote, but a cool thing to do. A friend asked on Facebook asked me to write 25 random things. Anything. This is what popped in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ok here are 25 random things:1.poor money manager. 2 need a job 3. love my kids 4. divorced 5. lonily at times 6. Cheerleading rules my life. 7. Popcorn makes me tired 8 have dog lily 9 my mom is my best friend 10. kids grow up quick 11. talking to a friend from my past 12. sleep is messed up 13. coffee and more coffee 14.will quil smoking 15.you only need enough 16. God provides 17. family matters 18. I'm 43 19. I get headaches 20. I love the sun and water 21. I live one day at a time 22. computers are fun 23. American Idol 24. Music makes me feel. 25. sometimes I cry and sometimes I just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I would love to see what others would write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-2472386110708713111?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/2472386110708713111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=2472386110708713111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2472386110708713111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2472386110708713111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random things'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-2488946561052530118</id><published>2009-01-28T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:30:08.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could wish for my life to be perfect, it would be tempting but I would have to decline, for life would no longer teach me anything.&lt;br /&gt;Allyson Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess I am a lucky person and possibly very smart. My life is so far from perfect............Although I do have some very wonderful things in it. My husband left when I was 39. We share three daughters. I had to teach them and myself about loss and change. I am not able to find a job. Learning that love brings far more joy then money. I guess if we learn one new thing about life, ourselves, those we love and use it well each day our lives will be full. Jenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-2488946561052530118?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/2488946561052530118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=2488946561052530118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2488946561052530118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2488946561052530118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/learn.html' title='Learn'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1845471192929962499</id><published>2009-01-22T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:15:48.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.&lt;br /&gt;Marianne Williamson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1845471192929962499?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1845471192929962499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1845471192929962499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1845471192929962499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1845471192929962499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/joy-is-what-happens-when-we-allow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-3378852094091914940</id><published>2009-01-22T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:04:47.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>todays word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what·not&lt;br /&gt;play_w2("W0109600")&lt;br /&gt; (hwtnt, hwt-, wt-, wt-)&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. A minor or unspecified object or article.&lt;br /&gt;2. A set of light, open shelves for ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;pron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-3378852094091914940?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/3378852094091914940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=3378852094091914940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3378852094091914940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3378852094091914940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-word_22.html' title='todays word'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-5201497682092908960</id><published>2009-01-22T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:37:35.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>usa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.webfetti.com/dl/index.jhtml?partner=ZKzeb031_ZKxdm174YYUS&amp;utm_campaign=wf_glitter&amp;utm_source=10064703&amp;utm_medium=wf_blogger"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/glitter/0/755.gif" alt="Webfetti.com" border="0"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://t.webfetti.com/images/nocache/tr/wf/rds/gl/bl/10064703.gif" width="160" height="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMjYxMzQyMjI4MyZwdD*xMjMyNjEzNDU*NDg2JnA9MTU*OTQxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*3ZmE3ZjBhMDczNmQ*MGFhYWYzMjdlN2Q3N2RmZjA4Ng==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-5201497682092908960?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/5201497682092908960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=5201497682092908960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5201497682092908960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5201497682092908960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/usa.html' title='usa'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-9066221091492843207</id><published>2009-01-22T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:20:15.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SXgsGOG7BuI/AAAAAAAAACI/KDY6WHcza7M/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294029847351985890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SXgsGOG7BuI/AAAAAAAAACI/KDY6WHcza7M/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SXgrzCyX0AI/AAAAAAAAACA/-2tW_XdFsps/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294029517895487490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SXgrzCyX0AI/AAAAAAAAACA/-2tW_XdFsps/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/when_i_let_go_of_what_i_am-i_become_what_i_might/340907.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lao Tzu quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I get so caught up in self pity at times. Why did my husband leave me, why didn't I get that 4th baby, why did loose the life I dreamed of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then in this new life, I ask why can't I find a job, why are my kids getting so grown up, why did I get sick...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I need to stop and be Thankful for the small job I have, the fact I have three amazing daughters, and compared to many I am healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If is ge stuck in the "why me's" , I will never have the motivation I need to become the woman I want to be................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-9066221091492843207?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/9066221091492843207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=9066221091492843207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/9066221091492843207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/9066221091492843207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-let-go-of-what-i-am-i-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SXgsGOG7BuI/AAAAAAAAACI/KDY6WHcza7M/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7358674501979936260</id><published>2009-01-16T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:04:13.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.  It is far better to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.&lt;br /&gt;Carl Jung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I read these words I think of my life and I have known happiness, and great sadness. I do believe we need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; to have happiness. Think of roller coaster going up, up, up the top the tracks. The excitement and the anticipation. Finally you go flying down. You feel so high and light headed. What if it never stopped. You could not take it. You need to level of and calm down, and be content with your ride...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7358674501979936260?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7358674501979936260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7358674501979936260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7358674501979936260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7358674501979936260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/even-happy-life-cannot-be-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-3306385594025678080</id><published>2009-01-06T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:57:45.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out if they've got a second. Give your dreams all you've got and you'll be amazed at the energy that comes out of you.&lt;br /&gt;William James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-3306385594025678080?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/3306385594025678080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=3306385594025678080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3306385594025678080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3306385594025678080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7874255692570842177</id><published>2009-01-06T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:19:16.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SWN2a18f04I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8dROB2hAgvg/s1600-h/61EAMA23331236-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288200590992593794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SWN2a18f04I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8dROB2hAgvg/s400/61EAMA23331236-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;May it be filled with not just what you want, but more important. What you need. Jenni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7874255692570842177?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7874255692570842177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7874255692570842177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7874255692570842177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7874255692570842177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-may-it-be-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SWN2a18f04I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8dROB2hAgvg/s72-c/61EAMA23331236-0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6356722716250377183</id><published>2008-12-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:59:37.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: You don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;-Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lamott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I think this may be true.............Giving up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guarantees&lt;/span&gt; failure. I hope to find a new job in the New Year, to be more organized, and be more social. I need to make to do lists, and not just hope for the things I want. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to wait, watch for opportunity and do a lot of work to reach my goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe someday I will dare to hope to find a real companion to share life with.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6356722716250377183?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6356722716250377183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6356722716250377183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7351124807637836076</id><published>2008-12-20T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:30:59.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more. &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7351124807637836076?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7351124807637836076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7351124807637836076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7351124807637836076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7351124807637836076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-grinch-with-his-grinch-feet-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-5796149610309670949</id><published>2008-12-15T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:50:31.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.girltimecoaching.com/2008/11/top-20-things-oprah-knows-for-sure.html"&gt;The Top 20 Things Oprah Knows for Sure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girltimecoaching.com/2008/11/top-20-things-oprah-knows-for-sure.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kizZyRO6Pk/SQ4zvLTaF6I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JkCFYWgjeew/s1600-h/FLOWER+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girltimecoaching.com/2008/11/top-20-things-oprah-knows-for-sure.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;1. What you put out comes back all the time, no matter what. (This is my creed.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;2. You define your own life. Don't let other people write your script.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;3. Whatever someone did to you in the past has no power over the present. Only you give it power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;4. When people show you who they are, believe them the first time. (A lesson from Maya Angelou.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;5. Worrying is wasted time. Use the same energy for doing something about whatever worries you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;6. What you believe has more power than what you dream or wish or hope for. You become what you believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;7. If the only prayer you ever say is thank you, that will be enough. (From the German theologian and humanist Meister Eckhart.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;8. The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;9. Failure is a signpost to turn you in another direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;10. If you make a choice that goes against what everyone else thinks, the world will not fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;11. Trust your instincts. Intuition doesn't lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;12. Love yourself and then learn to extend that love to others in every encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;13. Let passion drive your profession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;14. Find a way to get paid for doing what you love. Then every paycheck will be a bonus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;15. Love doesn't hurt. It feels really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;16. Every day brings a chance to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;17. Being a mother is the hardest job on earth. Women everywhere must declare it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;18. Doubt means don't. Don't move. Don't answer. Don't rush forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;19. When you don't know what to do, get still. The answer will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;20. "Trouble don't last always." (A line from a Negro spiritual, which calls to mind another favorite: This, too, shall pass.) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/index"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oprah.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girltimecoaching.com/2008/11/top-20-things-oprah-knows-for-sure.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girltimecoaching.com/2008/11/top-20-things-oprah-knows-for-sure.html"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Written by Oprah, I have a print out of these 20 things and each night I take a bit of time to think about one. They take a while to fully sink in.............&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9kizZyRO6Pk/SQ4zvLTaF6I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JkCFYWgjeew/s1600-h/FLOWER+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-5796149610309670949?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/5796149610309670949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=5796149610309670949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5796149610309670949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5796149610309670949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/20-things.html' title='20 Things'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6046426732444930257</id><published>2008-12-09T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:31:02.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/ST65KVIkFrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LrZaLEqpZk0/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277859400447694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/ST65KVIkFrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LrZaLEqpZk0/s320/gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas gift suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;To your enemy, forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;To an opponent, tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;To a friend, your heart.&lt;br /&gt;To a customer, service.&lt;br /&gt;To all, charity.&lt;br /&gt;To every child, a good example.&lt;br /&gt;To yourself, respect.&lt;br /&gt;Oren Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I read this, and it strikes me how I talk the talk but don't always walk the walk. I want so much to give my kids and loved ones a Christmas filled with magic. Magic isn't toys, lavish gifts, and perfect food. It is love. Loving not only those in your personal life, but those we come in contact with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will try to give a stranger a little love each day for the remainder of this wonderful season........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6046426732444930257?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6046426732444930257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6046426732444930257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6046426732444930257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6046426732444930257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-gift-suggestions-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/ST65KVIkFrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LrZaLEqpZk0/s72-c/gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1369445892097004654</id><published>2008-12-03T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:17:14.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Word of the Day for December 04, 2008 is:ineffable • \in-EFF-uh-bul\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:popWin(" wav="ineffable')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;• adjective&lt;br /&gt;1 *a : incapable of being expressed in words : indescribable&lt;br /&gt;b : unspeakable&lt;br /&gt;2 : not to be uttered : taboo&lt;br /&gt;Example Sentence:Ed felt an ineffable joy at the sight of his son walking toward him from the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1369445892097004654?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1369445892097004654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1369445892097004654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1369445892097004654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1369445892097004654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/word-of-day-for-december-04-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-3039706448364212308</id><published>2008-12-03T23:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:09:54.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/STeBCany2OI/AAAAAAAAABI/IUs6pW_fmlY/s1600-h/IMG_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275827366993778914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/STeBCany2OI/AAAAAAAAABI/IUs6pW_fmlY/s320/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In order for people to be happy, sometimes they have to take risks. It's true these risks can put them in danger of being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Meg_Cabot/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, The Boy Next Door, 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tonight I found myself feeling a little down and lost. I began to think about this life of mine. The things I am doing, the things I am planning, and where I am headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;These thoughts lead me to thinking about risk. I found the above words and thought a bit more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, I am taking risks. They are not dangerous physically, but could be emotionally. This felt a bit scarey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As I pondered the chances I am taking in various aspects of my life, I knew. I want to take these risks. I want to find contentment. So I will take them. Should I get hurt, my life has taught me one great lesson, I will heal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-3039706448364212308?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/3039706448364212308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=3039706448364212308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3039706448364212308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3039706448364212308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-order-for-people-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/STeBCany2OI/AAAAAAAAABI/IUs6pW_fmlY/s72-c/IMG_0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-6039422629963185594</id><published>2008-12-01T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:36:42.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="huge"&gt;The greatest glory never comes from falling, but from rising  each time you fall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said Clay. God knows I have fallen, and felt lost and alone.  Falling is failure, and it comes in many forms. Not making the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; Squad, loosing your first love, not having the in jeans, then things get even tougher. Sickness, Lost Jobs, Broken Marriage, pain.............Little pains too. Late for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; big game, oversleeping, a messy kitchen or bathroom, burned dinner. Sometimes I'm not sure if the little falls shames bring you further down then the big ones. I am sure they all bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask yourself, what now and how. I am to drained to fix this, say I'm sorry, move on. Well you gather your powers and get up. When life leaves you feeling really low, get up slowly. Regain your balance and focus. Start by doing just one thing to correct the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a fall that won't or can't be fixed, please get up anyway. Redirect your energy and spirit. Leave any bitterness on the ground and take the first step to moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-6039422629963185594?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/6039422629963185594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=6039422629963185594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6039422629963185594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/6039422629963185594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/greatest-glory-never-comes-from-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-2203123676042344537</id><published>2008-12-01T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:16:20.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparmentalize</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd class="hwrd"&gt;&lt;span class="variant"&gt;com·part·men·tal·ize&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="pron"&gt;&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;\kəm-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;pärt-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;men-tə-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;līz, &lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˌ&lt;/span&gt;käm-\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="func"&gt;Function:  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="func"&gt;&lt;em&gt;transitive verb&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="inf"&gt;Inflected Form(s):  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="inf"&gt;&lt;span class="variant"&gt;com·part·men·tal·ized&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="variant"&gt;com·part·men·tal·iz·ing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="date"&gt;Date:  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="date"&gt;1925 &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;div class="defs"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; to separate into  isolated &lt;a class="formulaic" href="compartments"&gt;compartments&lt;/a&gt; or  categories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="run_on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-2203123676042344537?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/2203123676042344537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=2203123676042344537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2203123676042344537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2203123676042344537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/comparmentalize.html' title='Comparmentalize'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-7879211454187387360</id><published>2008-12-01T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:04:26.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="MARGIN-TOP: 5px" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://www.blogger.com/quotation/i_love_you_not_because_of_who_you_are-but_because/343886.html"&gt;I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;Roy Croft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="sql" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;There are many different kinds of love, But this made me think about romantic love. It can be selfish and needy. At times too needy. But I think it is the ultimate love. A man and woman fall in love and decide to walk through life together. They become one, they share all that they have and all that are if they know how to love.&lt;br /&gt;Love should not be just an I thing, or even just a we thing. I believe it should be a you thing. Loving your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;partner&lt;/span&gt; for who he is, and wow, for the better person you are because of this person.&lt;br /&gt;Love.................do I understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-7879211454187387360?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/7879211454187387360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=7879211454187387360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7879211454187387360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/7879211454187387360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-not-because-of-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-8347596380689069071</id><published>2008-11-26T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:11:34.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="hwrd"&gt;Main Entry:  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="hwrd"&gt;&lt;span class="variant"&gt;sen·ti·ment&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="pron"&gt;Pronunciation:  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="pron"&gt;&lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;\&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;sen-tə-mənt\  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="func"&gt;Function:  &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="func"&gt;&lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;div class="defs"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; an attitude, thought, or judgment  prompted by feeling &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a class="lookup" href="predilection"&gt;predilection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a specific view or notion  &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a class="lookup" href="opinion"&gt;opinion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;2  a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a class="lookup" href="emotion"&gt;emotion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; refined feeling &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;  delicate sensibility especially as expressed in a work of art&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; emotional idealism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a romantic or nostalgic feeling verging  on &lt;a class="formulaic" href="sentimentality"&gt;sentimentality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;3  a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; an idea colored by  emotion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; the emotional significance of a passage  or expression as distinguished from its verbal context&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-8347596380689069071?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/8347596380689069071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=8347596380689069071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/8347596380689069071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/8347596380689069071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/11/main-entry-sentiment-pronunciation-sen.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-3533263024843230898</id><published>2008-11-26T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:03:08.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed are those that can give without remembering and receive without  forgetting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This is something I have thought about often in my life.  These are not the words I use, but the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sentiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; is the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We have all done good things to help other people. It does not matter if it is volunteer work, a special gift, or giving in to another person wishes. There are so many ways to give. The problem lies when the motive is wrong. When we give to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recognized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; or honored. It isn't really giving if that is what we seek. Your good works should be done quietly, your reward will come in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; of helping, and maybe when your reach Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I once gave a lot of myself to a friend and told Mom all about it..... She told me she was proud,  but I had rewarded myself already.  Better to wait and let God reward me next time. I learned a lot from that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; so much each day. How often do we Thank the giver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-3533263024843230898?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/3533263024843230898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=3533263024843230898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3533263024843230898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/3533263024843230898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessed-are-those-that-can-give-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-617119120760070051</id><published>2008-11-24T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:58:48.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Words</title><content type='html'>Zeal Noun / meaning urgency, gusto, readiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-617119120760070051?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/617119120760070051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=617119120760070051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/617119120760070051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/617119120760070051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-words.html' title='Great Words'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-2479693097632449936</id><published>2008-11-24T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:08:33.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,New Font Name,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Life  is like riding a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;To keep your balance you must keep  moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times in my life when I have been so hurt, disillusioned, or plain tired that I believe I will never get up and get going. I have found that by giving myself a push, as hard as it is to walk out the door and continue on, once in motion 80 percent of the fear, confusion, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to push day after day I become better and better.  Moving ever forward my life begins to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; and balance returns. I am moving forward, steady on my path. I remember my past, but I don't hold on to what is gone. I will keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-2479693097632449936?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/2479693097632449936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=2479693097632449936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2479693097632449936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/2479693097632449936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-like-riding-bicycle.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-341609125931553044</id><published>2008-10-11T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T06:13:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're happiest while you're making the greatest contribution.Robert F. Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think many of us often think we are happiest when we are given a great gift, a promotion, a new love, win in someway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you stop and look back over you life I believe you will come to see the happiest most content most fulfilled you are is when you are making a contrubution to your community, state, country, or world. For others, not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-341609125931553044?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/341609125931553044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=341609125931553044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/341609125931553044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/341609125931553044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-happiest-while-youre-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-1803912557273171310</id><published>2008-10-10T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:13:53.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>Just getting started. Will be updating in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-1803912557273171310?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/1803912557273171310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=1803912557273171310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1803912557273171310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/1803912557273171310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-5649229671591014545</id><published>2008-10-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:57:43.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are so wonderful.  We use them everyday. Some better then others. We all convey our thoughts, feelings, love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, worries, hopes, dreams, and joys with them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will post a quote that moves me each day and tell you why it does. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-5649229671591014545?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/5649229671591014545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=5649229671591014545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5649229671591014545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/5649229671591014545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534610104859071861.post-167269610377816452</id><published>2008-10-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:55:12.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534610104859071861-167269610377816452?l=wordsweliveby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/feeds/167269610377816452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8534610104859071861&amp;postID=167269610377816452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/167269610377816452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534610104859071861/posts/default/167269610377816452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsweliveby.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11988663910424307322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4-lEKSv29gg/SOrDdOOQA_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z3uhSgiSoBo/S220/IMG_0777.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
