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It's true. There is going to be a mini-Gazaneo taking over the world shortly. Sarah and I are expecting our first child in early November. 

We have been trying for a while (Sarah's been blogging about our desire to become parents  for a while). Last month, the day after my birthday, Sarah had a blood test early in the morning because she was late (and had been feeling like she 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7FpdCbGDMCfdc34t5_qb2KbL-k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m7FpdCbGDMCfdc34t5_qb2KbL-k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/9mZ-5SjVzrU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-learning-that-i-am-going-to-become.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACRHY-cSp7ImA9Wx5RFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-3739824038047300677</id><published>2010-08-23T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:29:25.859-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-23T14:29:25.859-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christianity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry" /><title>Hero</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/3739824038047300677/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=3739824038047300677" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/3739824038047300677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/3739824038047300677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/zNxnMtNLGTM/hero.html" title="Hero" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hopkins:Our Lord Jesus Christ is our hero, a hero all the world wants. You know how books are written that put one man before the reader and shew him off handsome for the most part and brag and call him, My hero, or Our hero. Soldiers make a hero of a great general; a party, of its leader; a nation, of any great man that brings it glory, whether king, warrior, statesman, thinker, poet, or 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yJZ9q4HzFII_7lYH3C6CjLbLzck/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yJZ9q4HzFII_7lYH3C6CjLbLzck/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/zNxnMtNLGTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/09/hero.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIARng_fyp7ImA9WxBbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-2658835557896690023</id><published>2010-03-18T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:52:27.647-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-18T10:52:27.647-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christianity" /><title>Rich Mullins</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/2658835557896690023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=2658835557896690023" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/2658835557896690023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/2658835557896690023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/j4L0qt9Cvpo/rich-mullins.html" title="Rich Mullins" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I just love Rich Mullins.  He was such an abandoned guy.  "I’m not really sure that God is all that concerned about being entertained, I’m not sure, it’s just a human thing.  Sometimes you try to pray, you try to impress God with all the right words and I just don’t think it’s an easy thing to impress God Almighty.  Another thing that I think we often forget is that we don’t really have to 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LHBk6_N4PFxLGrucuo2xBkvTWCU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LHBk6_N4PFxLGrucuo2xBkvTWCU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/CIpVGaQzJbo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-2009-michael-jackson-obama-and-tiger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CRn4ycSp7ImA9WxNaF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-1725865107751393950</id><published>2009-12-01T16:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:12:47.099-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-01T16:12:47.099-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christianity" /><title>Eve</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/1725865107751393950/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=1725865107751393950" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/1725865107751393950?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/1725865107751393950?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/gkCN1amEvTE/eve.html" title="Eve" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Genesis 2:18-24 - The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him."  Now the LORD God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name.  So the man gave names to all the livestock, the
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bmw3zBE9kMbEX3Zkk9DXatIF-RM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Bmw3zBE9kMbEX3Zkk9DXatIF-RM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/gkCN1amEvTE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/12/eve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFQH44fSp7ImA9WxNbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-4049553875413520485</id><published>2009-11-20T14:24:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:36:51.035-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T09:36:51.035-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="well-wishing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stuff" /><title>It's the most wonderful time of the year</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/4049553875413520485/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=4049553875413520485" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/4049553875413520485?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/4049553875413520485?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/AlvkmY_lzpo/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html" title="It's the most wonderful time of the year" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QTCAPkrnf3s/Swb4oexgQdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XzwZLQqpbq0/s72-c/3141872512_e3f31d6dc8_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">There's something about October &amp;amp; November that prevents me from blogging.With that said, it's time for my annual Christmas list.  I know, I know; you've been racking your brains for the perfect gift.  Nearly every year that I've had this blog, I have created a list for my faithful readers (two years ago, I was planning to propose... so, you can imagine, I had other things on my mind).  Here you 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3SpkVmryrX4p22uOzNnXMreWUuo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3SpkVmryrX4p22uOzNnXMreWUuo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/7YOifUoc5_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2006/02/hope.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAR3g6fSp7ImA9WxJUFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-132877172179223780</id><published>2009-07-14T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:25:46.615-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-14T11:25:46.615-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christianity" /><title>non-negotiables</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/132877172179223780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=132877172179223780" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/132877172179223780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/132877172179223780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/EBDFj04KvNY/non-negotiables.html" title="non-negotiables" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTCAPkrnf3s/SlysE6d21xI/AAAAAAAAAJM/u8EpyzM2DEU/s72-c/n517071829_339669_8060.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">My lovely wife has been posting an incredible series on  on Godly relationships (or, rather, how to prepare ourselves for Godly relationships).  She recently mentioned "non-negotiables", a term that we coined to describe character traits that a Godly single man or woman would not negotiate about in looking for a partner.  They're usually simple and few.  These are not to be confused with lists; 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b8MY3xY0hwpQEORXDgm1Do4HKU4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/b8MY3xY0hwpQEORXDgm1Do4HKU4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/EBDFj04KvNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/07/non-negotiables.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHQHczfCp7ImA9WxJVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-137564913654886652</id><published>2009-06-26T14:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:48:51.984-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-26T14:48:51.984-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="well-wishing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><title>Michael Jackson</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/137564913654886652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=137564913654886652" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/137564913654886652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/137564913654886652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/iQfccwJ2wKs/michael-jackson.html" title="Michael Jackson" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">So, the king of pop is dead.  I wish I could say that I'm happy he is free of this Earth but I don't know if he is in a better place.  I've admired his music but, having been born in the 80s, I've long thought that Michael Jackson's persona was bizarre.  I missed out on the child-star Michael and the early pop-star.  My earliest memories of him are from the song, "Black or White".  I remember the
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k0wxPyR11lbw1kjJILjdDKCbSuw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k0wxPyR11lbw1kjJILjdDKCbSuw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/iQfccwJ2wKs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFSHcyeSp7ImA9WxJWEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-8516382010895203198</id><published>2009-06-17T08:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:46:59.991-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T09:46:59.991-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><title>poverty</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/8516382010895203198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=8516382010895203198" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/8516382010895203198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/8516382010895203198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/reOp-AfFhZE/poverty.html" title="poverty" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">We had an interesting discussion amongst the youth and young adult pastoral team yesterday.  We're currently beginning our planning for Freshwind next year (our annual youth conference).  I put forward the idea of bringing someone to speak who serves the poor or runs a NPO because I feel like we need to partner the amazing love of Father God we've been given (and incredible Holy Spirit) with an 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rP5N_f6aA69S8F7Oh69MUDY3rUM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rP5N_f6aA69S8F7Oh69MUDY3rUM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/reOp-AfFhZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/06/poverty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMRXo7eSp7ImA9WxJTGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-6863689472012199131</id><published>2009-04-27T10:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:31:24.401-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T10:31:24.401-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christianity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry" /><title>brood</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/6863689472012199131/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=6863689472012199131" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/6863689472012199131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/6863689472012199131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/uKvj_cXTPBY/brood.html" title="brood" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">It's been a rough few days with only a few hours of sleep a night... the new puppy is still getting used to being home.  I can't complain (because he's awesome) but it's giving me tons of respect for new parents (like Puddle!).So, I was lying in bed last night and I felt the Father remind me of Luke 13:34“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xhHamdhdkX_7bjKgHCvzUskWSLw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xhHamdhdkX_7bjKgHCvzUskWSLw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/uKvj_cXTPBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/04/brood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CQXY-eSp7ImA9WxJTFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-8637748710318665326</id><published>2009-04-25T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:01:00.851-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-25T17:01:00.851-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="well-wishing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>from "The Skeptical Hypochondriac"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/8637748710318665326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=8637748710318665326" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/8637748710318665326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/8637748710318665326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/_qfrvfINqX8/from-skeptical-hypochondriac.html" title="from &quot;The Skeptical Hypochondriac&quot;" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">A new study indicates that, for some undetermined reason, you’re about 28 percent less likely to get a divorce in the years after your city gets awarded a major league baseball team.Link.When I read this statistic to my wife, she asked, "who the heck does the research and comes up with all these statistics?"  Any ideas?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bOX2e1ZkLnmW8LvnMP2Ds45Nux8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bOX2e1ZkLnmW8LvnMP2Ds45Nux8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/_qfrvfINqX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-skeptical-hypochondriac.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HRng4cCp7ImA9WxVaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-5474317521908887930</id><published>2009-04-06T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:50:37.638-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-06T13:50:37.638-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Solomon</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/5474317521908887930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=5474317521908887930" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/5474317521908887930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/5474317521908887930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/cwJ9ryj01kg/solomon.html" title="Solomon" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QTCAPkrnf3s/SdpODhpwfNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QgByr2csOtY/s72-c/IMG_0164.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">He comes home in two weeks!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BwdMxdgcE3sTfAjG8D5W2JwxZHo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BwdMxdgcE3sTfAjG8D5W2JwxZHo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/cwJ9ryj01kg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/04/solomon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIEQ386eip7ImA9WxVbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-4628120515522772731</id><published>2009-04-02T10:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:21:42.112-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-03T09:21:42.112-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><title>megalomaniacal</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/4628120515522772731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=4628120515522772731" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/4628120515522772731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/4628120515522772731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/XJv61Q-8ask/megalomaniacal.html" title="megalomaniacal" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">megalomaniacal |-məˈnīəkəl| |ˈˈmɛg(ə)ləməˈnaɪəkəl| |-məˈnʌɪək(ə)l| adjectivesuffering delusions of one's own power or importance.I'm realizing, more and more, that our mettle is tested under stress.  Our good and our bad is shown when things are at their most difficult.  I think, if we all just admitted this truth, the world would be a much better place.  I mentioned to someone this week that had
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aUO71W15tAm7S7Gfz00dz3HAQcM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aUO71W15tAm7S7Gfz00dz3HAQcM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/XJv61Q-8ask" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2008/06/megalomaniacal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBRH87cCp7ImA9WxVUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-1734927234552718506</id><published>2009-03-18T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:44:15.108-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-18T11:44:15.108-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christianity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry" /><title>integrity</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/1734927234552718506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=1734927234552718506" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/1734927234552718506?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/1734927234552718506?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/y2kCsJyI2Qg/integrity.html" title="integrity" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.From one of my favourites.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I1EDPSzqQt23t2PLnkIp1o65rwQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I1EDPSzqQt23t2PLnkIp1o65rwQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/8JfZBKwjtKo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/02/st-francis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNQn0zeSp7ImA9WxVXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-3834766767895435338</id><published>2009-02-11T13:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:08:13.381-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-11T14:08:13.381-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>from "The Luck of Ginger Coffey"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/3834766767895435338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=3834766767895435338" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/3834766767895435338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/3834766767895435338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/kdWpp4pxOZw/from-luck-of-ginger-coffey.html" title="from &quot;The Luck of Ginger Coffey&quot;" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QTCAPkrnf3s/SZMhaa8BztI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MVEcjJvl-xI/s72-c/image.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures—when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ayhVW8ZodbzHskDg6XAxoJ7Rjtc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ayhVW8ZodbzHskDg6XAxoJ7Rjtc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~4/kdWpp4pxOZw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-luck-of-ginger-coffey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMQn05eip7ImA9WxVRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340557.post-8452219601876024447</id><published>2009-01-20T13:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:33:03.322-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-20T13:33:03.322-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry" /><title>What if the mightiest word is love</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andrewgazaneo.blogspot.com/feeds/8452219601876024447/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6340557&amp;postID=8452219601876024447" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/8452219601876024447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6340557/posts/default/8452219601876024447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsKingfishersCatchFire/~3/LbpOhhncaIA/what-if-mightiest-word-is-love.html" title="What if the mightiest word is love" /><author><name>Andrew G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737835930734082493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-z_PILnls/Ti8O70CLwXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h29zrrcq_mw/s220/n509366634_1286750_4983.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Praise song for the day.Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.Someone is trying to 
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