<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-18053544</id><updated>2024-09-10T12:20:38.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Along the Water&#39;s Edge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-5980168852509884259</id><published>2011-02-23T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:24:21.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never complain. Never explain.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Well, today marked another milestone in life.... in a manner of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;
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My job was eliminated, effective immediately. No severance, no  notice- though I &quot;knew&quot; there was a good possibility something would  happen. For profit businesses are struggling... non-profits are  drowning. The comical part (gotta find the humor in these types of  situations) was when I mentioned my contract wasn&#39;t up until June. Seems  that none of the ones notifying me of my elimination realized I wasn&#39;t  really an employee... I was an independent contractor. They asked if I  would sue, I said no. Its really not worth it, plus I know there&#39;s no  money to fight over.&lt;br /&gt;
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I simply gathered my things and turned in my keys. Then exited the building.&amp;nbsp; And the children &amp;amp; I ordered pizza for supper.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friends &amp;amp; family keep asking if I am okay. If I am worried. What will I do next?&lt;br /&gt;
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They seem surprised that I&#39;m okay with it all. Sure, loss of income  is always an issue. Plus, I&#39;m still recuperating from my ankle mishap.  I&#39;m still responsible for the health &amp;amp; well- being of my children,  and myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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In a lot of ways a weight has been lifted... and a door has been opened.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had decided a week ago to bite the bullet &amp;amp; join Usborne Books  as a consultant. I love the books &amp;amp; it is a product I believe in...  really, what&#39;s better than books? My dd wants to help me with it. So,  essentially, we am starting our own business- on a wing &amp;amp; a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love routine. I am comfortable with routine. Security. But the only  real constant is change. So, my routine has become to go with the  change. Things work out as they should. And while some think I don&#39;t  worry as I should... I just try to be an example of faith. I&#39;m where I  am supposed to be at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s a reason one door closed, just as another opened. Now, its up to me to keep moving and cross the threshold.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, in the words of Katherine Hepburn, &quot;Never complain. Never  explain.&quot;, rather live the words of Anderson Cooper, &quot;Follow your  bliss.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5980168852509884259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/5980168852509884259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/5980168852509884259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/5980168852509884259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2011/02/never-complain-never-explain.html' title='Never complain. Never explain.'/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-4118915177658873404</id><published>2011-01-20T02:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:28:37.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns &amp; the Single Mom</title><content type='html'>It would seem that the time has come for me to purchase a gun- or two.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is an idea I have played with off &amp;amp; on for several years, but  times seem to be getting tougher... or rougher... or maybe it is just  people are reacting to uncertain times. It is hard to say.&lt;br /&gt;
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We used to have a pistol before the children came along. Their dad  decided it was safer to get rid of it about the time ds came along. Not  that we worried about not being able to teach the children to respect  guns, just because if you have them locked away, guns aren&#39;t much good  in cases of emergency.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward from the late 1990&#39;s to now... boy, have times changed in the last 10+ years.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many people out of work and scraping by. There are so  many teens (and adults) thinking they are entitled to what other people  work &amp;amp; pay for. There are so many strung out on drugs and really  don&#39;t mean harm, but are just looking for their next fix.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then there is me... a single mom living with 3 teenagers... two  home grown &amp;amp; one borrowed. We don&#39;t live in the ritzy part of town,  but we don&#39;t live in the worst sections either... we&#39;re somewhere in the  middle. We don&#39;t have much, but over the years we have accumulated this  and that.&lt;br /&gt;
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A couple of weeks ago the two new bicycles the boys received as  Christmas presents were stolen right off the front porch- just before  dark. Thankfully, they were recovered the very next day by an astute  detective, but the thought that went through my mind was, &quot;yes, he/they  stole the bikes... but at least that is all they took.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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That particular evening the only ones home were myself (laid up in  bed with a broken ankle) and the youngest child, 13 year old boy. What  if the thief had wanted to kick in the front door &amp;amp; physically harm  one or both of us? There&#39;s not much I could have done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there is tonight&#39;s latest wrinkle. While sitting here propped up  in bed, browsing blogs and seeing what friends are up to online, I  heard a noise on the front porch. Within a few minutes, the oldest son  (17) steps in the bedroom and asks if I heard a noise in the back yard  around the utility trailer. He goes out to investigate and finds  nothing. But, while coming back up the driveway from the shed, before  stepping into the light from the front porch, he sees someone run out  from the other side of the house and cross the road- dressed all in  black. He waits and watches them stop across the road and look back  towards the house, but their features are obscured by a hoodie jacket.  Then the mystery person turns and continues running off into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;
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The police were called again. Cursory search is made of the yard and  nothing appears to be missing. The boys will have to completely  straighten up the yard tomorrow, just to be on the safe side and so  everything can be accounted for (not to mention it is something they  should&#39;ve already done- we won&#39;t go there).&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m one of those people who respects guns, but doesn&#39;t own their own.  I am comfortable around guns, even though I rarely handle them. I have  no problem having them in my home... and I am determined to rectify our  safety issues in the immediate future.&lt;br /&gt;
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And so I will begin my search for the right gun for me and our  household. I am leaning towards a good, old-fashioned double barreled  shot gun... the sound of the pump should stop most folks in their  tracks. I am also thinking about getting a pistol. Something small and  easy to handle... but can get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Luckily, I have a nephew who recently left the Marine Corps. He has  been suggesting to us all that we need at least one gun in the house. I  will get in touch with him because I know he knows guns and can help me  get the best gun for my needs and for my wallet. Not that you can really  put a price on safety or protecting your family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then will come teaching all of us how to properly care for &amp;amp; use  whatever guns I get. I&#39;m a fair shot with a shotgun- shooting skeet, but  practice will be necessary. My daughter has never really handled a gun,  so she will need to learn from scratch. Both of the boys are familiar  with shotguns, rifles and some pistols- between hunting and going to the  shooting range. But, even with that, they will need practice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will start the process in the morning. For my own peace of mind and  for our protection. That times are changing is undeniable... and a  passel of children and a herd of cats aren&#39;t going to keep the evil from  our door.... but I will do what I must.&lt;br /&gt;
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So goes the motto... hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.  Preparation is the key in this instance... and as the only adult in the  household, it is up to me to be the right example of responsibility and a  model of preparing for the next thing that comes along. Particularly if  it is for the goal of keeping us all safe.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4118915177658873404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/4118915177658873404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/4118915177658873404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/4118915177658873404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/guns-single-mom.html' title='Guns &amp; the Single Mom'/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-6514687944471814108</id><published>2011-01-16T18:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:13:23.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s what it feels like right now. I want to make some changes, but I do so like things the way they are. Everyone says that change is slow, but I suppose sometimes it is much better to change quickly &amp;amp; be done with it rather than over-think &amp;amp; agonize. Then again, on the flip side, how long is change supposed to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into this house nearly 3 years ago... and we&#39;re still unpacking. Granted, this old house isn&#39;t exactly &quot;user&quot; friendly for folks wanting modern amenities. No air conditioning (by choice, but still) is a major turn-off to most. However, since in the past few weeks of recuperating from my ankle surgery, we all finally seem motivated to pull the house together. I always knew it would get done eventually, just never dreamed it would take this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I can say I am loving life after 40. Last year was probably one of my best years yet, life gets better with age... especially for females. There is one wrinkle though. My hair is begin&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2nP4wEsgSGfAc0rKHNT7ukd5qj6Jn4zirONhUF5MHwH0wmsXDfENt3EP0PCQY5GXiFB1eDkmZZO6LbK1z7cavht_NiMkiD4P9K_mlKo7ufEXcMRUXdIDJ5KwjCgAisVPxHnm3w/s1600/6251_122526626690_582936690_2891588_5788328_n_crop_crop.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2nP4wEsgSGfAc0rKHNT7ukd5qj6Jn4zirONhUF5MHwH0wmsXDfENt3EP0PCQY5GXiFB1eDkmZZO6LbK1z7cavht_NiMkiD4P9K_mlKo7ufEXcMRUXdIDJ5KwjCgAisVPxHnm3w/s200/6251_122526626690_582936690_2891588_5788328_n_crop_crop.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562954352099577842&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ning to have more noticeable strands of gray. Now, this is something I always thought I would be able to deal with. That aging gracefully would be something I could handle without enhancements. Unfortunately, I&#39;m not sure I will be able to follow through. I&#39;ve never colored my hair~ or even permed it. I like my hair color, its an interesting mixture of tones &amp;amp; highlights and I doubt I will find it in a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change that the new year has wrought is dealing with my daughter&#39;s sudden shift from tomboy to wearing make-up. Now I&#39;m not opposed to make-up. At 16 she is more than old enough to learn the proper way to put it on &amp;amp; take care of her face. I hate to see her get caught up in the whole cosmetic world. But, I know she&#39;s finding herself. Learning her own style, figuring out what works for her. She has wonderful naturally curly/wavy hair... which as a teen I would have killed for considering the HOURS spent rolling &amp;amp; curling my own hair, only to have the curls fall out 5 minutes after brushing it out. Oh, the damage I have contributed to the ozone with the amount of Aqua Net hairspray I have doused on my hair while hoping &amp;amp; praying it would hold. All to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just as the song says &quot;... time marches on...&quot; the adventure is not nearly over.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6514687944471814108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/6514687944471814108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/6514687944471814108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/6514687944471814108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-sand-thats-what-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2nP4wEsgSGfAc0rKHNT7ukd5qj6Jn4zirONhUF5MHwH0wmsXDfENt3EP0PCQY5GXiFB1eDkmZZO6LbK1z7cavht_NiMkiD4P9K_mlKo7ufEXcMRUXdIDJ5KwjCgAisVPxHnm3w/s72-c/6251_122526626690_582936690_2891588_5788328_n_crop_crop.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-5247342755909902993</id><published>2011-01-02T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:06:45.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Off &amp;amp; running.... again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... its been a year (minus one day) since the last time I blogged here... I&#39;m not sure why I keep abandoning my blog. Though I&#39;m sure, given the opportunity I could come up with a long list of excuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question now is this: do I continue this blog or do I scrap it once &amp;amp; for all and start completely fresh? When I started this blog so many years ago, it was to be used as a reflection of my thoughts... which is still in line with what I want to use it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I want to add some of the bells &amp;amp; whistles that are associated with blogs now? Though my posts will reflect where I am now, will it flow if someone chances to go back &amp;amp; read the older posts? And, at the end of the day does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I will ponder that decision for a bit. I&#39;m considering refocusing the purpose of my blog. I have an inkling of an idea to use my blog as a chronicle of the journey I hope to embark on this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals for 2011 primarily center around managing my severe procrastination habit. Hopefully, by getting that under control, it will trickle down- or out- to help organize &amp;amp; manage other parts of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it will fit together- since it is all essentially the pieces of me- and most days I fit together fairly well.... as long as you don&#39;t look for the cracks...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5247342755909902993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/5247342755909902993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/5247342755909902993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/5247342755909902993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2011/01/off-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-5527457353623346493</id><published>2010-01-04T00:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:26:40.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received the following in a daily motivational e-mail the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;&lt;u&gt;It&#39;s Always A Good Time To Change&lt;/u&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step toward getting somewhere is to decide that you&#39;re not going to stay where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re a product of your environment.&lt;br /&gt;So choose an environment that will best develop you toward your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analyze your life in terms of your environment.&lt;br /&gt;Are the things around you helping you toward your success or are they holding you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world today is a living expression of how you are using and have used your mind. It&#39;s something that you can change at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don&#39;t have to remain a captive of your environment.&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t say &quot;If I could change, I would change,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &quot;I can change, and I will change.&quot; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us in recent days have been talking about resolutions and changes we want to make now that its the new year. The topic seems to spill over to pretty much every aspect of life, even my pastor spoke about resolutions and resolve tonight in Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been taking stock of my own personal challenges and trying to find ways to work them out. I know I get tired of feeling like I&#39;m spinning my wheels, but doing something feels better than just sitting there immobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I&#39;ve mentioned on other posts, I know I&#39;m tired of just existing. I wan to re-discover myself this year. There&#39;s been so much going on in recent years, and I&#39;ve gotten so tired. You know that beaten down feeling that just never seems to go away no matter what good you accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be the kind of person others can depend on. I truly believe that we reap what we sow. I remember when I was young, my grandfather taught me that we should live by two main rules in life- 1. If you can&#39;t say something nice, don&#39;t say anything at all and 2. the Golden Rule. I hope one day my own children will truly realize the value in both of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to the motivational quote above. I know that I have the power to make the changes I need in myself. I know I need to stop being my own biggest challenge. Out of all of the goals I have set for this year, that is the only thing that will make anything else possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking back over dark periods in my life, I focus on what changes I made to bring myself through them. In each and every instance the turning point came when I decided that I had to face a tough decision and act- not just wish it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple of years, I think in some ways I stopped believing in myself and the power I have been given. I have to re-gain that sense of peace, so that the excuses I make for not working towards my goals don&#39;t come quite as easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, step by step.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5527457353623346493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/5527457353623346493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/5527457353623346493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/5527457353623346493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-received-following-in-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-527752103511361808</id><published>2007-12-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:38:25.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: comic sans ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;So.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&#39;ve had all these &quot;cool&quot; blog topics floating around in my head for the past week that I&#39;ve been offline.... (I was in the 10th circle of hell aka moving)... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and now that AT&amp;T (oh yeah- that&#39;s one of my future blog topics) FINALLY installed my dsl and phone lines here at the new address.... even though they forwarded the phone 5 days before that.... *rolls eyes*... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;all of those &quot;cool&quot; topics to blog/ talk about have completely left my mind... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;is this a sign of old age? (my next birthday is rapidly appraching in the coming weeks) or simply a sign of someone who has to much on their mind and things simply slip through the cracks... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;perhaps it&#39;s time to start a blog topic journal... or  a blog topic &quot;to do&quot; list... a place to jot down those random thoughts that enter my mind when I don&#39;t have time to actually blog at the moment.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;though- on the plus side, in spite of moving (and now there&#39;s a niggling suspicion in the back of my mind that what motivated me to move was a potential topic... hmmm).... I passed all of my finals for this semester.... my session I presented at the state conference this past Friday seemed to have went well.... all of the feedback I&#39;ve received so far indicates that it did at least... and in spite of being cash-poor at the moment (primarliy due to the move)... I&#39;m getting into the spirit of the coming holidays... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so I suppose, overall, life is good... *winK*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class=&#39;multiply:no_crosspost&#39;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/527752103511361808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/527752103511361808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/527752103511361808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/527752103511361808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2007/12/forgetfulness.html' title='Forgetfulness'/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-114419229875047321</id><published>2006-04-04T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:11:38.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opportunity Knocks.... or is it really Mocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often in life do we answer the door when opportunity knocks? Do we let fear of the unknown or untried color our decisions? Surely, each day is an opportunity for a new addventure of sorts, but how often do we dare to test the waters and take a leap of faith (in ourselves) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are truly going to live each day to its full potential, surely we need to embrace any new challenges that arise. Living in fear of &quot;what could happen&quot; is usually much more terrifying than the actual outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you trade the unknown for the tried and true? Have you ever based a decision- life changing or just a veering from the routine- on a gut feeling? The inate feeling that things will work out well... in spite of any self-sabotage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When opportunity knocks.... if you do not open the door..... then you leave opportunity to mock you, though you&#39;ve no one but yourself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the link says... open the duir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_trailer.htm&quot;&gt;http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_trailer.htm&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114419229875047321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/114419229875047321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/114419229875047321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/114419229875047321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2006/04/opportunity-knocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-114107810072632702</id><published>2006-02-27T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:08:20.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learning how to trust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much we open ourselves up to those around us seems to have a direct affect on the type of life we lead. I know that there are those who I trust and put faith in that probably aren&#39;t very deserving... however, I find that by placing my trust, and thereby my faith, I seem to acheive a peace within me that helps to get past the worry and confusion that seem to bombard from all sides at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Author: &lt;a class=&quot;author&quot; href=&quot;http://www.worldofquotes.com/author/Goethe/1/index.html&quot;&gt;Goethe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words seem to resonate with me. For a long time I felt my life was not my own, that I had no control or input concerning the path I was on. Then, either all at once or over time, I&#39;m not sure which, I learned to listen to my heart and follow it down the path it had chosen to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that is not to say the path is always smooth or that there are no obstacles cropping up. But it makes it easier to put the personal transgressions behind me, or to just &quot;let it all go.&quot; There&#39;s a peace in letting go and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here&#39;s to putting my trust in all of those I hold dear.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114107810072632702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/114107810072632702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/114107810072632702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/114107810072632702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/learning-how-to-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113813528769188776</id><published>2006-01-24T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:41:27.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&#39;Two steps forward.... ten steps back...&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that&#39;s not quite the original saying, but that&#39;s how it has felt to me lately. I move forward- I have my goals in site...... then bam, something gets in the way... a setback of sorts, be it physical or emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (106 BC- 43 BC),  &lt;em&gt;&quot;While there&#39;s life, there&#39;s hope.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve got plenty of life... there are so many good things in my life... so much promise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its the yearning to reach the new plateau in my life that is wearing me down. Notice I don&#39;t refer to a summit.... I hope to not reach the summit in my life for a while yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;For myself I am an optimist- it does not seem to be much use to being anything else.&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this too shall pass.......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113813528769188776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113813528769188776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113813528769188776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113813528769188776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-steps-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113640557369544247</id><published>2006-01-04T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:12:53.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since its a New Year and since I am  a January baby I have been taking a bit of stock of my life... what things to change or improve... what is working... and the dreaded, what to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of spring cleaning for the soul, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem came in an e-mail a while back, but I held onto it, because it symbolizes a lot of that &quot;releasing&quot; the negatives in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think 2006 is going to be a wonderful year. Even with the unpredictable ups and downs in life, there&#39;s no reason it should be any less that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is life after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;I Threw Out...&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week I threw out Worrying,        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was getting old and in the way.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It kept me from being me;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn&#39;t do things my way.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I threw out those Inhibitions;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were just crowding me out.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made room for my New Growth,        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got rid of my old dreams and doubts.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I threw out a book on My Past        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(didn&#39;t have time to read it anyway)        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Replaced it with New Goals,        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started reading it today.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I threw out childhood toys        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember how I treasured them so?        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got me a new Philosophy too,        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Threw out the one from long ago        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brought in some new books too,        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Called I Can, I Will, and I Must.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Threw out I might, I think and I ought.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow! You should&#39;ve seen the dust.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I picked up this special thing        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And placed it at the front door.        I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Found It -- its called Peace        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing gets me down anymore.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I&#39;ve got my house looking nice.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looks good around the place        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For things like Worry and Trouble        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There just isn&#39;t any place.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its good to do a little house cleaning,        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get rid of the old things on the shelf.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sure makes things brighter        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God for cleaning up my-self.       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; --Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113640557369544247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113640557369544247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113640557369544247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113640557369544247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-its-new-year-and-since-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113549526894819203</id><published>2005-12-25T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T02:21:08.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not wait till the world was ready,&lt;br /&gt;till men and nations were at peace.&lt;br /&gt;He came when the Heavens were unsteady,&lt;br /&gt;and prisoners cried out for release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not wait for the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;He came when the need was deep and great.&lt;br /&gt;He dined with sinners in all their grime,&lt;br /&gt;turned water into wine. He did not wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till hearts were pure. In joy he came&lt;br /&gt;to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;To a world like ours, of anguished shame&lt;br /&gt;he came, and His light would not go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to a world which did not mesh,&lt;br /&gt;to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.&lt;br /&gt;In the mystery of the Word made Flesh&lt;br /&gt;the Maker of the Stars was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot wait till the world is sane&lt;br /&gt;to raise our songs with joyful voice,&lt;br /&gt;for to share our grief, to touch our pain,&lt;br /&gt;He came with  Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Madeline L&#39;Engle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at Christmas, as we hurry from one task to the next, its the small things that fill us with wonder. The smile of a child, the warmth of extending a simple kindness to a stranger... touching someone else&#39;s life... especially when there is no personal gain. The small selfless acts that bring home to our hearts the meaning of what Christmas is based on.. the birth of goodness and light... the opening of possibilities that we each can impact our own little corner of the world... and not wait for the &quot;perfect&quot; time to arrive before we act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There&#39;s a Miracle in Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&#39;s a miracle in Christmas- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    there&#39;s a stillness in the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And excitement in the shining eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    of children everywhere. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&#39;s a miracle in Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    as each silent night unfolds, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we see again the promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    that this holy season holds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&#39;s a wonnder in traditions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    in the stories passed along, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In our thoughtfulness towards others, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    and in our voices raised in song. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&#39;s a reassuring comfort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    in the joy glad tidings bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And an inner peace from honoring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    and prasing Christ the King. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&#39;s a magic in the season, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    in the kindnesses we do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether joys are shared by many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    or among a special few. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&#39;s an awareness of our gratitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    from blessings from above; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&#39;s a miracle in Christmas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    and the miracle is love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jan Miller Girando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it&#39;s a little thing, do something for those who have need of help, somethign for which you get no pay but the privelge of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Albert Schweitzer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    (1875- 1965)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To want to embrace the world and realize peace on earth is admirable, but starting with the person  next to you is truly where universal love begins.&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Corrine De Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you peace, joy, love and happiness this Christmas and throughout the year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113549526894819203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113549526894819203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113549526894819203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113549526894819203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-coming-he-did-not-wait-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113372838940453260</id><published>2005-12-04T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:33:09.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was taken from an e-mail. To me, there is a bit of comfort in this part of the message, that its ok not to keep putting off your own happiness just to make things easier for someone who doesn&#39;t value happiness in the same way as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that youhave and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with...and remember that time waits for no one. So, stop waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until your car or home is paid off&lt;br /&gt;Until you get a new car or home&lt;br /&gt;Until your kids leave the house&lt;br /&gt;Until you go back to school&lt;br /&gt;Until you finish school&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Until you gain 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Until you get married&lt;br /&gt;Until you get a divorce&lt;br /&gt;Until you have kids&lt;br /&gt;Until you retire&lt;br /&gt;Until summer&lt;br /&gt;Until spring&lt;br /&gt;Until winter&lt;br /&gt;Until fall&lt;br /&gt;Until you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no better time than right now to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a journey, not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;So work like you don&#39;t need money,&lt;br /&gt;Love like you&#39;ve never been hurt,and dance like no one&#39;s watching.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113372838940453260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113372838940453260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113372838940453260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113372838940453260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113303697439428051</id><published>2005-11-26T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:29:34.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Essence of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For everything there is a season,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a time for every matter under heaven:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to seek, and a time to lose;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to keep, and a time to throw away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to tear, and a time to sew;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time for war, and a time for peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is the most valuable thing on can spend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Theophratus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost time is never found again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Benjamin Franklin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time hasn&#39;t stopped for any troubles, heartaches, or any other malfunctions of this world, so please don&#39;t tell me it will stop for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ C. S. Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is the most precious commodity we have, the one that no matter what, we can never regain. Do you value your time as the precious gift it is, or do you allow others to steal time from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make each moment count~ &#39;live, laugh, love and learn... often!&#39;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113303697439428051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113303697439428051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113303697439428051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113303697439428051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/essence-of-time-for-everything-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113164206369559249</id><published>2005-11-10T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:03:47.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To My Parachute Packers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions,his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands. He was captured and spent six years in a communist Vietnamese prison. He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, &quot;You&#39;re Plumb! You flew jet fighters inVietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!&quot;&quot;How in the world did you know that?&quot; asked Plumb.&quot;I packed your parachute,&quot; the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.The man pumped his hand and said, &quot;I guess it worked!&quot;Plumb assured him, &quot;It sure did. If your chute hadn&#39;t worked, I wouldn&#39;t behere today.&quot;Plumb couldn&#39;t sleep that night, thinking about that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plumb says, &quot;I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat, a bib in the back, and bell-bottom trousers. I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said &#39;Good morning, how are you?&#39; or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn&#39;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Plumb asks his audience, &quot;Who&#39;s packing your parachute?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute. He called on all these supports before reaching safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I&#39;m getting as bad as Connie about pulling parts of e-mails... I recieved this one a while back, but I saved it, because there are days when I feel alone... then I remember all of my wonderful parachute packers... I couldn&#39;t make it without ya&#39;ll!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113164206369559249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113164206369559249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113164206369559249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113164206369559249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-my-parachute-packers-charles-plumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113113458188776709</id><published>2005-11-04T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:03:01.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BITCHOLOGY    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.   &lt;br /&gt;When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.   &lt;br /&gt;When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.  &lt;br /&gt;Being a bitch means I won&#39;t compromise what&#39;s in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It means I live my life MY way. It means I won&#39;t allow anyone to step on  me.   &lt;br /&gt;When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am  defined as a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone&#39;s maid, or when I act a little selfish.   &lt;br /&gt;It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won&#39;t become anyone else&#39;s idea of what they think I &quot;should&quot; be.   &lt;br /&gt;I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!    &lt;br /&gt;So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.&lt;br /&gt;You won&#39;t succeed.   &lt;br /&gt;And if that makes me a bitch , so be it.&lt;br /&gt;I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; B - Babe   &lt;br /&gt; I - In   &lt;br /&gt;T - Total   &lt;br /&gt;C - Control of   &lt;br /&gt;H - Herself   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = Beautiful  &lt;br /&gt;I = Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;T = Talented  &lt;br /&gt;C = Charming&lt;br /&gt;H = Hell of a Woman&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = Beautiful  &lt;br /&gt;I = Individual&lt;br /&gt;T = That &lt;br /&gt;C = Can &lt;br /&gt;H = Handle anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me this in an email.. of course I found it to good (and true) not to send it on to several more friends. Isn&#39;t it funny how when you stop and look at when a word such as this is used the feeling (or insecurities) behind the one saying it far outweigh the derrogatory meaning they intend to convey?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113113458188776709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113113458188776709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113113458188776709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113113458188776709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/bitchology-when-i-stand-up-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18053544.post-113087618535186895</id><published>2005-11-01T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:01:56.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.... here it is... yet another place for me to ramble... do you think I have that much to say in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blog class I took recently the instructor said that if you really are to have a blog you should post at least once once a week... if not daily.... I know there are plenty of times I just forget to post... or know I need to post and don&#39;t have time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a total of 5 blogs to keep up with... does that make me addicted to blogs? a blog-a-holic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows... I&#39;ll just natter on...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113087618535186895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18053544/113087618535186895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113087618535186895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18053544/posts/default/113087618535186895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinhershoes.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Sand in her shoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091177292322401447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>