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    <title>Juicy Dreaming Diva</title>
    
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        <title>Just a dream in your heart?</title>
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        <published>2009-06-23T17:14:04-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-23T17:14:04-04:00</updated>
        <summary>There was a girl who lived inside of a small square room. She had everything she needed, all the time. Food, clothing, water, books, etc. But there was a pretty little window in her room. And every day the girl would stare out the window into a beautiful garden of stunning flowers, ivy, grass and tall trees. It was a square garden that was much larger than her room. She would say, "One day I will enter that garden and smell those roses and the lilies and feel the green grass in my toes...." Every day, her heart longed to...</summary>
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            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2008/05/28/redcouch.jpg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=300,height=183,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img  alt="Redcouch" title="Redcouch" src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/dreamingdivas/images/2008/05/28/redcouch.jpg" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; float: left;" border="0" width="100" height="61"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;There was a girl who lived inside of a small square room.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She had everything she needed, all the time.&amp;nbsp; Food, clothing, water, books, etc.&amp;nbsp; But there was a pretty little window in her room.&amp;nbsp; And every day the girl would stare out the window into a beautiful garden of stunning flowers, ivy, grass and tall trees.&amp;nbsp; It was a square garden that was much larger than her room. She would say, "One day I will enter that garden and smell those roses and the lilies and feel the green grass in my toes...."&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Every day, her heart longed to live outside of her little room and her passion grew to live in and tend to the garden just outside. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;One day, the girl opened the window and heard a voice.
It was the voice of the Father calling to her to come into the garden.
 She wasn't afraid of the voice, her heart recognized it and felt
courage in every word He spoke.&amp;nbsp; Bravely she climbed onto the window
sile and jumped into the garden.&amp;nbsp; And there she stood in amazement at
the feel of the green grass beneath her and the smell of the lilacs
nearby.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She spun in circles and laughed and jumped and said, "Oh
thank you Father for giving me this garden to live in!&amp;nbsp; I knew it would
be amazing.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for calling me to come out.&amp;nbsp; Thank you!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And
then she heard her Father in heaven chuckle.&amp;nbsp; "My daughter," He said,
"Did you really think you were meant to live in the little room?&amp;nbsp; My
plans for you are wider than you could even imagine and bigger than you
could ever dream.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Child, turn around and open the gate at the front
of the garden."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slowly she turned around and saw a small picket
fenced gate and archway.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was pure white and morning glories had
swept their way over and under the arch and they swayed in the breeze,
in such a way, as to invite one to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Enter This Way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;.
 With hesitation and wonder, she carefully opened the gate and walked
beneath the arch.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What she saw was unimaginable to her.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Garden upon
garden...trees of every color and size...roses the size of which she
had never seen...flowers and moss on every corner.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There were streams
and benches for sitting with friends for long talks.&amp;nbsp; Gazebos and
winding staircases.&amp;nbsp; Birds sang louder and bolder.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Deer stood within
reach.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the girl stood in amazement.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the
Father in all of His massive love said, "This child is what I made for
you to live in and tend to...THIS is my plan for YOU."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What are the dreams in your heart.&amp;nbsp; The things we have always wanted to do and be and see and
feel are the dreams we have either done something with or are still
waiting to take a hold of.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What I am coming to discover is
this...whatever we can dream up...its only a fraction of what GOD has
in store for any one of us who would like to take his invitation and
climb into his plan.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He put out the invite...we get to accept or
decline.&amp;nbsp; Your dreams to make a difference in this life are very real.&amp;nbsp;
I say...accept that invite!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Life Lesson - if you love him, give him a kiss goodbye</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-66512919</id>
        <published>2009-05-07T16:35:43-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-05-07T16:35:43-04:00</updated>
        <summary>Nearly 5 years ago now a phone call brought my family to their knees. My childhood friend from so many years that he seemed more like family than friend - had been killed instantly in a motorcycle accident. Perhaps you might think that this was the life lesson - that life is precious and that life is valuable. But no. While that is completely true, something else rings in my ears as a reminder - today it struck me again. It was after the funeral, we sat together with the family and friends gathered. Through the grief and elements that...</summary>
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            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e201157075c24b970b-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="Thehug" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e201157075c24b970b " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e201157075c24b970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /></a> </span><span style="font-size: 37px; font-family: Georgia;">N</span>early 5 years ago now a phone call brought my family to their knees.   My childhood friend from so many years that he seemed more like family than friend - had been killed instantly in a motorcycle accident.     Perhaps you might think that this was the life lesson - that life is precious and that life is valuable.   But no.   While that is completely true, something else rings in my ears as a reminder - today it struck me again.</p><p>It was after the funeral, we sat together with the family and friends gathered.  Through the grief and elements that help people to move on, we were told the story of what had happened the morning we all lost a friend.   </p><p>As many couples do, a small argument had lingered overnight about something that seemed very unimportant after all is said and done.   In the early hours of dawn, the husband (our friend) went to say good-bye to his wife, who still lay in bed that morning, he leaned in to kiss her.   In her stubborn state, as we wives can do oh-so-well, she rolled away from his touch and pointedly decided that her irritation would remain the center of focus.   We'll never know what his thoughts were at that moment.   And nothing more was ever said to each other.   He walked outside, started his motorcycle and started off to work.   Only a few blocks from home...an automobile pulled out in front of him in such a way that took his life instantly.</p><p>I don't even want to breathe as I write this.   I want to hug and squeeze my husband and children.   I want to say, please don't let anything stand in the way of your goodness as you leave each other.    </p><p>Perhaps this life lesson is hard to hear.   But it holds wisdom.   And where wisdom goes, I want to follow.</p><p>(with heart)</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Don't you DARE give up on the Dreams...</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-65511261</id>
        <published>2009-04-15T14:52:10-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-15T14:52:10-04:00</updated>
        <summary>I have been a big dreamer for years now. My inspirations have come from small and large places. I have hoped that somewhere there would be a moment when I could say I am doing something with my bigger dreams. Doing exactly what I am meant to be doing, what God designed for Jenn. I have dreamed that my life would be, could be...simply should be more than a tiny speck on this earth. As time marches forward...I sometimes find myself wondering if the biggest of my personal dreams will come true. Will I truly do all that I am...</summary>
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            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="font-size: 22px; font-family: Georgia;">I</span> have been a big dreamer for years now.   My inspirations have come from small and large places.  I have hoped that somewhere there would be a moment when I could say I am doing something with my bigger dreams.   Doing exactly what I am meant to be doing, what God designed for Jenn.   I have dreamed that my life would be, could be...simply should be more than a tiny speck on this earth.   </p><p>As time marches forward...I sometimes find myself wondering if the biggest of my personal dreams will come true.   Will I truly do all that I am meant to do or will I somehow be swallowed up by taking care of my family, the duties of work, household and friends.   Will I be too old to reach for the ultimate dreams?</p><p>Then today, I found this link.   And suddenly, I saw my dreams again...only this time, I found myself in a puddle of giant tears, wide grin on my face and I couldn't help but clap wildly in deep inspiration of one woman's dream...after 47 years, finally coming true.   What if she had given up and said..."I'm too old for this"?   </p><p>Delicious dreamers, don't you DARE give up on your dreams!</p><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY">Click Here and DREAM!</a></p><p>With my love...my heart and my dreams held up even higher!<br />Juicy Dreaming Diva Jenn</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>What would they hear, if they tapped into your heartbeat?</title>
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        <published>2009-03-20T11:25:47-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-03-20T11:25:47-04:00</updated>
        <summary>If someone could listen to your heart, what would they hear? (Feeling grateful!)</summary>
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            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;If someone could listen to your heart, what would they hear?

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUpC2CHdVDc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUpC2CHdVDc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;


&lt;em&gt;(Feeling grateful!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>With childhood memories comes a certain sweetness...</title>
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        <published>2009-03-09T10:25:56-04:00</published>
        <updated>2009-03-09T10:26:27-04:00</updated>
        <summary>You can't really duplicate it today...well perhaps they could but it would require a bunch of artists with a great deal of patience...the way they used to create the magic of cartoons...where everything has such fluid, individual movement. I doubt it will ever come around again. I miss that. Simplicity. Diligence on one project...like this: My sister sent this scrumptious little cartoon to me and I found myself parked in front of YouTube.com for the next hour with my sons. Me, remembering how great it was to see these sweet innocent flicks. My boys, learning to love the sound of...</summary>
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            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>You can't really duplicate it today...well perhaps they could but it would require a bunch of artists with a great deal of patience...the way they used to create the magic of cartoons...where everything has such fluid, individual movement.   I doubt it will ever come around again.</p><p>I miss that.   Simplicity.  Diligence on one project...like this:</p><br /><p><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Olo923T2HQ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Olo923T2HQ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" /></object> </p><p /><p>My sister sent this scrumptious little cartoon to me and I found myself parked in front of  YouTube.com  for the next hour with my sons. </p><div style="margin-left: 40px;">Me, remembering how great it was to see these sweet innocent flicks. <br /><br />My boys, learning to love the sound of the wolf growling,  "Let me in!  Or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!" <br /></div><p><br />We've watched it so often that Baby Jack now walks into the office and simply says..."Momma, da wof..see da wof"?   I can't resist...mama continues to give in again..."Sure Jack, we'll watch the wolf." And then I pretend it is about him, for him, not me. </p><p>Secretly, I am sucked in when the little pigs run for the brick house, "hurry!" I say. And its all over, my cover is blown...my boys laugh and we all rush to watch it one more time.
</p><p>(remembering, living and loving)</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Oh yes...January is now gone for a long time.</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-62494949</id>
        <published>2009-02-06T16:07:05-05:00</published>
        <updated>2009-02-06T16:15:16-05:00</updated>
        <summary>I am one of those people. You know the ones that hate the color gray. Loathe a day when the clouds hang in the air but nothing happens...no rain, no snow, no sleet...just looming there with nothing to show but more gray. And inevitably, that makes me hate January. Oh I want to like January very much. I really do. But I can't. And I try every single year to get into January's claim of a fresh start a new leap on life...{sigh}...I can't do it. January is gray and tortures me with loads of gray as if to say..."just...</summary>
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            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>I am one of those people.  You know the ones that hate the color gray.  Loathe a day when the clouds hang in the air but nothing happens...no rain, no snow, no sleet...just looming there with nothing to show but more gray.    And inevitably, that makes me hate January.   </p><p>Oh I want to like January very much.  I really do.  But I can't.   And I try every single year to get into January's claim of a fresh start a new leap on life...{sigh}...I can't do it.   January is gray and tortures me with loads of gray as if to say..."just taste it again and see if you'll like it this time."  But I've tried it all.   And there is only one very solid part of January that I have to like.   And that is, January always leads me to February.</p><p>So when the calendar turns its page I can't help but want to scream THANK YOU!  </p><p>This particular January has been rough.  And I mean that.   Our whole family has been sick with flu bug after flu bug.  Even now I am hacking and sneezing my way through this little blip on my blog.   And this all comes from January...so you can see that it is lingering still.  </p><p>Want to know what I miss the most?   I miss contact with my friends on the web.  You know who you are.   (Dear Laney, I owe you a sweet email in reply...so when you read this, know that I got your precious note in January...but I was so bogged down in my hate of January...that I didn't even respond.   Sorry babycakes.   I am still here!)</p><p>Friends of the web world, where are you these days?   Can you pop in and tell me if you hate January as much as I do?  Or have you found a remedy for the blues it causes?   What makes you smile in February?</p><p><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e20111684ecae7970c-popup" onclick="window.open( this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0' ); return false" style="float: right;"><img alt="20080713_0167" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e20111684ecae7970c " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e20111684ecae7970c-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" /></a>
 This is what I am looking forward to as February passes by....</p><p>My home as the days get warmer and its ok to play outdoors again...</p><br /><p><br /><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010537149ec3970b-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="DSC_0018" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010537149ec3970b " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010537149ec3970b-500wi" style="margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /></a>
 </p><p>My family in the sunshine...in short sleeves and no jackets!</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e201053714a0d9970b-pi" style="float: right;"><img alt="Summer 08h" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e201053714a0d9970b " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e201053714a0d9970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" /></a>
 </span> </p><p><br />Bare feet in the grass....</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e201053714a2a1970b-pi" style="float: right;"><img alt="Puerto Rico_20080819_0047" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e201053714a2a1970b " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e201053714a2a1970b-320wi" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px 5px;" /></a><br />Fun in the pool...</p><br /><p><br />And the ease of knowing...January is still very far away.</p><p><em><br /></em></p><p><em><br /></em></p><p><em>(feeling tired of snow...puffy jackets...gray days and flu bugs)</em></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Warm Fuzzies to remind you of better times...</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/bits_of_me/2009/01/its-a-cold-winter-day-in-januaryand-for-much-too-long-nowour-country-has-been-settling-on-hearing-bad-news-every-morni.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-61105110</id>
        <published>2009-01-09T12:21:39-05:00</published>
        <updated>2009-01-09T12:21:39-05:00</updated>
        <summary>It's a cold winter day in January...and for much too long now...our country has been settling on hearing bad news every morning, noon and night. Darling friends, I am refusing to go further with the news. I may write more about this soon but for now I think you and I could use a few warm fuzzies. So darlings....here...for your day...remember that life can be AMAZING! More... And more... God is STILL on His throne and He's not having a bad year, even if it seems our country could be... (feeling like we need a few warm fuzzies to get...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a cold winter day in January...and for much too long now...our country has been settling on hearing bad news every morning, noon and night. Darling friends, I am refusing to go further with the news. I may write more about this soon but for now I think you and I could use a few warm fuzzies. So darlings....here...for your day...remember that life can be AMAZING! 

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More...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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And more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 

God is STILL on His throne and He's not having a bad year, even if it seems our country could be...

(feeling like we need a few warm fuzzies to get us back into life!)&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>I love a good "Dream Come True" story...don't you?</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/bits_of_me/2008/11/i-love-a-good-dream-come-true-storydont-you.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-58978370</id>
        <published>2008-11-24T11:22:52-05:00</published>
        <updated>2008-11-24T11:22:52-05:00</updated>
        <summary>It wasn't my dream. Apparently, it wasn't even her dream. But it was a dream come true and I think as she described it...a very well deserved dream come true. And that it what makes my heart thump louder! A dream come true. Read and be inspired HERE. (Ohhhh I love dreams!)</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Inspired by Red" />
        
        
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>It wasn't my dream.   Apparently, it wasn't even her dream.  But it was a dream come true and I think as she described it...a very well deserved dream come true.  And that it what makes my heart thump louder!  A dream come true.</p><p>Read and be inspired <a href="http://theroost.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/11/dreams-can-come-true.html">HERE</a>.</p><p>(Ohhhh I love dreams!)</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>In love with love...80's style</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-58649012</id>
        <published>2008-11-17T20:26:29-05:00</published>
        <updated>2008-11-17T20:26:29-05:00</updated>
        <summary>Do you remember...what it felt like to be a teenager, fully in love with love? I was a kid when this song came out but babycakes...there is NOTHING like this one song to take my whole heart and make it spill tears from one mere video. Tell me you remember this... (Choked up now...) Someone tell me, how did she know what his face looked like? Oh my word, I know, I know...I KNOW...but I can not help it. I still get chills when she touches his lips and he then grabs her hands. It's just beautiful ...and I fully...</summary>
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            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Juicy Music" />
        
        
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>Do you remember...what it felt like to be a teenager, fully in love with love?  I was a kid when this song came out but babycakes...there is NOTHING like this one song to take my whole heart and make it spill tears from one mere video.   Tell me you remember this...</p><p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDZcqBgCS74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDZcqBgCS74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" /></object> <br />(Choked up now...)  Someone tell me, how did she know what his face looked like?  Oh my word, I know, I know...I KNOW...but I can not help it.  I still get chills when she touches his lips and he then grabs her hands.   It's just beautiful ...and I fully admit I am a card carrying member of the "Schmoopy Fan Club".  

{Sigh....sigh....yes, sigh}</p><p><em>(Still in love with LOVE...)</em></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Up, up and Away...</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-58228700</id>
        <published>2008-11-08T23:42:51-05:00</published>
        <updated>2008-11-08T23:42:51-05:00</updated>
        <summary>Autumn in New York is brilliant. Each tree seems to boasts its own rich color combination in every shade of the best of sunsets glorious color palette. To know that we have lived this particular adventure means much more than just a brisk ride among the clouds...it whispers in my heart every time I see the photos, "...we have lived deeply...profoundly...exuberantly." That means more to a dreaming girl than much of anything else. For when I am very old...and feeble, I will look back and say just that once more. "We did indeed live...deeply, profoundly and exuberantly." And that will...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>Jennifer t-g</name>
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        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Love and all" />
        
        
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="font-size: 29px; font-family: Georgia;">A</span>utumn in New York is brilliant.  Each tree seems to boasts its own rich color combination in every shade of the best of sunsets glorious color palette.  To know that we have lived this particular adventure means much more than just a brisk ride among the clouds...it whispers in my heart every time I see the photos, "...<em>we</em> have <em>lived deeply...profoundly...exuberantly</em>."   <em>That</em> means more to a dreaming girl than much of anything else.    For when I am very old...and feeble, I will look back and say just <em>that</em> once more.  "We did indeed live...deeply, profoundly and exuberantly."  And that will make me smile.</p><p>Welcome to a little bit of our wedding anniversary adventure!</p><p><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e3f994970c-pi" style="float: left;"><img alt="Preparing to float ....just float...into the sky." class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e3f994970c " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e3f994970c-500wi" style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; width: 371px; height: 246px;" title="Preparing to float ....just float...into the sky." /></a>
 <br />Somehow, as I watched the balloon fill with the hot air, I felt like I may just run to the car and lock myself inside.  The fear of letting a simple balloon and basket carry me into the sky, took my courage and tested it to the core.   Can you see how very small the basket really is? </p><p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e40887970c-popup" onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank','scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" style="float: left;"><img alt="B2" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e40887970c " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e40887970c-500wi" style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px; width: 318px; height: 481px;" title="B2" /></a></span></p><p /><p /><p><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">
 </span> </p><br /><p><br /><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/humblebutaccurate/">Mr. G</a>...my tough warrior of a man didn't flinch.   And I like to think that it was his confident grin that gave me just the right amount of courage to step inside of the brown wicker basket and take a giant leap of faith in God and all of His plans for my evening.  It was really...God. </p><p><br /> </p><p><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535dda6cb970b-popup" onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank','scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" style="float: left;"><img alt="Sprout Creek Farm, LaGrangeville, NY" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010535dda6cb970b " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535dda6cb970b-320wi" style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Sprout Creek Farm, LaGrangeville, NY" /></a><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535dda6cb970b-popup" onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank','scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" style="float: left;"> 
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 </p><p /><p><br /><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e44b81970c-popup" onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank','scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" style="float: left;"><img alt="" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e44b81970c " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e44b81970c-320wi" style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /></a><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535ddaa83970b-popup" onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank','scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" style="float: left;"><img alt="" class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010535ddaa83970b " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535ddaa83970b-320wi" style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" /></a><a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e40e09970c-popup" onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank','scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" style="float: left;"><img alt="Balancing the balloon and basket with the wind.." class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e40e09970c " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535e40e09970c-320wi" style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Balancing the balloon and basket with the wind.." /></a> <a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535dd5fca970b-popup" onclick="window.open(this.href,'_blank','scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" style="float: left;"><img alt="Safely grounded...two new BIG FANS of Hot Air Balloon rides." class="at-xid-6a00d83454c1a669e2010535dd5fca970b " src="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83454c1a669e2010535dd5fca970b-320wi" style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;" title="Safely grounded...two new BIG FANS of Hot Air Balloon rides." /></a></p><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p>(Where we took off from)<br />This precious little place is called, "Sprout Creek Farm".  It is
filled with every imaginable farming tool, animal and garden pleasure
known to me thus far in my life.  Run by a group of sweet, talented and
very hard working Catholic Nuns, it has a very special way of making
each visitor feel as if they perhaps own a bit of the land.  The
cheeses that come from their store alone, will bring us running back
again and again. </p><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p /><p>After floating very aimlessly, for no less than an hour...our Captain found a perfect farm to cushion our landing.   It really was just this beautiful...in every way. </p><p /><p>When the winds pick up the balloon, it can be a bit of a monster to contain.  <a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/humblebutaccurate/">Mr. G</a> helped the men bring it under control again.</p><br /><br /><p /><p /><p>And there we are...the Dreaming Diva is, "Safely on the Ground" but with a completely changed heart.   You see, now I'd go up in a itty-bitty basket under a balloon covering again, any day, any time, any place...with one condition...<a href="http://livingdreams.typepad.com/humblebutaccurate/">Mr. G</a> would still have to be my traveling companion.</p><br /><p><em>(Still feeling so grateful for the romantic adventure of a lifetime!)</em></p></div>
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