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						<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 15:31:46 -0500</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Browsing sold out designs makes me sad.]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[I will admit, I haven't given a crap lately.]]></title>
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						<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 14:50:16 -0500</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[It is hard to believe that our nation was attacked by crazy people just eight years ago. It seems like yesterday in so many ways, then again, I tried to shoved it away for time to pass faster. (That doesn't make sense.... anyway) I remember waking up that morning and I was like &quot;Yeah I'm gonna get me some cereal!&quot;. (my only dilemma that morning was what kind I would choose) Walking down the hallway and into the living room without a care in the world, what I saw on the TV stopped me dead in my tracks. One of the towers had been hit. I looked at my Mom and all she said was &quot;something very bad has happened&quot;. Suddenly my cereal crisis wasn't such a crisis anymore. Mom left the room and I sat there just watching. I remember feeling pretty bad because I was halfway across the Country and couldn't help with anything. I just sat there and watched as the other tower got hit, then the collapse. I went outside and sat there thinking, &quot;What a bummer, what are we going to do next?&quot; I know a whole lot of other people were probably thinking the exact same thing. Time to help and retaliate. <br />
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Our Nation was like &quot;Heck to the no! We are not going to put up with this!&quot;. Millions of people did their part, whether it was joining the Military, helping families with loses or just saying a prayer. Whatever it was, whatever we did, we were angry, motivated, standing together, and ready to fight back. For the first year or two I thought about it all the time. Sure there were reminders all over the place, but deep down I was still sincerely bummed out. Documentaries came out, books were published, and men and women were getting killed everyday fighting back. Fast forward five or six years.<br />
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Men and women are still getting killed everyday while defending our country. Documentaries about 9/11 are still being made, and books are still being published, but not like they were. Don't get me wrong, I think it is amazing that the people of our nation can heal and stand tall again. (I don't want to live in a moping and downtrodden Country) All I'm trying to get past, is that without many reminders, I haven't thought about, or been grateful for the people who are sweating to death overseas, fighting to make sure that I feel safe on my own turf. <br />
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I have decided I am going to try and think about them more often and just be thankful, because I sure have been taking them for granted. If any of you readers is or have/know somebody that is in the service, Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart!]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[The one thing I would keep is....]]></title>
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						<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 19:32:32 -0500</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[The other day I was asked if I could pick only one thing to love the most, one thing I would keep when I could have nothing else, what would that one thing be? I asked if it could be a group of the same thing like clothes or electronics, &quot;sure!&quot; the questioner replied. I gave it a little thought, and my electronics were high on the list as was my daily coffee, but the more I thought about it I realized how superficial I was being. &quot;well?&quot; said my questioner. &quot;People&quot; I said. &quot;people?&quot; &quot;People for sure, I love them.&quot; I tried to explain it saying that pretty much everything that I own came from a person. Whether it was the hands that made it, or the brilliant minds that thought it up, humans had something to do with it. What would any of our lives be without the daily interaction with family, friends and just plain strangers? Lonely thats for sure. <br />
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Have you ever just watched people? (you've probably seen a whole lot strange stuff) They are great. Sure there are SOOO many people that annoy the living crap out of me, but they also make me smile. For instance, loudtalkers anyone? It's especially annoying when they are all &quot;cool&quot; with their bluetooth, but Mr. Bluetooth usually says something that cracks me up that I would not have heard unless he was a loudtalker. (see what I'm getting at?) I guess what I am trying to say is I appreciate all people. We work hard, (most of us...) we can come together and adapt in all sorts of conditions (again, most of us...)  and we all need some sort of interaction with each other to live a sane and happy life. (I have to say yet again, most of us)<br />
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I encourage you to try and see one person in a different light sometime in the next two days. (like the person that annoys the living crap out of you) Look at them differently, listen with a different view and you just might see or hear something that makes you smile..... a good loving smile, not a mean make fun of you smile, mind you. Just don't take any one person(anybody at all) for granted, because once you have interacted with them they are forever a part of your life!<br />
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Sorry, I feel this is kind of choppy, but I wanted to get it out.<br />
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			<title><![CDATA[The simple life of a kid.]]></title>
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						<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 13:29:43 -0500</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I forgot how simple being a kid is. When you are young there is almost always (in most cases) someone there taking care of you. Making sure you get fed, buying you that special toy because you were so good at the store, and heck, even wiping your butt for you. I took for granted all of this because now, I not only have to make my own food, but feed myself too, and nobody buys me anything special for keeping it together when the checker only scanned one item a minute and I was pressed for time. And when I go to the bathroom..... okay so that part is fine, but when you think about it, did anything ever stress you out during those long warm summers? (they seem so much shorter and hotter now) And I don't think that somebody taking the last popsicle counts. Nothing REALLY stresses a kid out, but a lot of very simple things make one happy. (I think that adults can learn a thing or two from this)  <br />
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I'm glad I got to be a kid (I don't think I would be here if I wasn't. Hey magic is strong stuff.... just kidding.... I think) because thinking back about those care and stress free days helps me to slow down and put my focus back on what's really important. I by no means want to be a kid again. I love where I'm at and can't wait to see what life serves me next. But my childhood experiences made me the independent and growing person that I am today. So just slow down sometime, reminisce a little bit, and be thankful you grew up how you did because you most likely wouldn't be sitting in that chair if you didn't. ]]></description>
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