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<channel><title><![CDATA[Take Time For Life - Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blog]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2017 20:07:01 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Danny Webber meets Colts Quarterback]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/danny-webber-meets-colts-quarterback]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/danny-webber-meets-colts-quarterback#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2012 15:38:29 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[inspirational videos]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/danny-webber-meets-colts-quarterback</guid><description><![CDATA[This is absolutely beautiful!Warning!!! Have your tissues ready!       [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">This is absolutely beautiful!<br /><span>Warning!!! Have your tissues ready!</span><br /></div>  <div><div id="206715718225788238" align="left" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" class="wcustomhtml"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uU1sK9HLpFo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>    </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Simple Love]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/simple-love]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/simple-love#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 19:09:37 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/simple-love</guid><description><![CDATA[       Expressions of love can come from the most simple and unexpected sources. Lat Christmas, I purchased a game that is similar to scrabble called   &ldquo;bananagrams&rdquo;. It has several small tiles with letters that the players   use to create words. We&rsquo;ve played it many times&nbsp; and really  enjoy  it. This morning when I woke up, I went through the normal   routine&hellip;letting the dog out, making coffee etc.&nbsp; When I looked into  the  living room I noticed the tiles from [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/7854641_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:450px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><br /><span></span>Expressions of love can come from the most simple and unexpected sources.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Lat Christmas, I purchased a game that is similar to scrabble called   &ldquo;bananagrams&rdquo;. It has several small tiles with letters that the players   use to create words. We&rsquo;ve played it many times&nbsp; and really  enjoy  it.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> This morning when I woke up, I went through the normal   routine&hellip;letting the dog out, making coffee etc.&nbsp; When I looked into  the  living room I noticed the tiles from the game on the coffee table.   After a closer look I saw the message my son had left for me after I had   gone to bed last night.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> What a wonderful beginning of a new day!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Son, you won that game and so did I!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> I Love you too!</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cody Lundin...This one's for you!]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/cody-lundinthis-ones-for-you]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/cody-lundinthis-ones-for-you#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 19:05:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/cody-lundinthis-ones-for-you</guid><description><![CDATA[My son and I are avid fans of the TV show Dual Survival. We watch  every episode several times. Cody Lundin and his partner Dave Caterbury  are amazing survivalists. The show is entertaining as well as  educational. Each time Nick is outdoors he tries to create things that a  survivalist may do in a given situation. &nbsp;On a recent fishing trip Nick  decided he was going to create his own way of catching fish. He actually  did it and was very proud of his accomplishment. His video is below. So [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">My son and I are avid fans of the TV show Dual Survival. We watch  every episode several times. Cody Lundin and his partner Dave Caterbury  are amazing survivalists. The show is entertaining as well as  educational.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Each time Nick is outdoors he tries to create things that a  survivalist may do in a given situation. &nbsp;On a recent fishing trip Nick  decided he was going to create his own way of catching fish. He actually  did it and was very proud of his accomplishment. His video is below.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Someday, Nick hopes to get the chance to meet Cody in person.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Great job Nick!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Enjoy&hellip;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div>  <div><div id="326340474590033064" align="left" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" class="wcustomhtml"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CraH_aKzHvc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>    </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Boys of Fall]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/august-27th-2012]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/august-27th-2012#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:56:44 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/august-27th-2012</guid><description><![CDATA[For the past 6 years Nick has played youth football...starting with flag and on through 4 years of tackle.This is the first fall Nick isn't playing football. The lessons he learned and the memories over the last 6 years will live within him the rest of his life.I'm so proud of you Nick! Love Dad!This is one of our favorite songs and videos...Enjoy!       [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">For the past 6 years Nick has played youth football...starting with flag and on through 4 years of tackle.<br /><br /><span>This is the first fall Nick isn't playing football. The lessons he learned and the memories over the last 6 years will live within him the rest of his life</span>.<br /><br /><span>I'm so proud of you Nick! </span><br /><br /><span>Love Dad!</span><br /><br /><span>This is one of our favorite songs and videos...Enjoy!</span><br /><span></span><br /></div>  <div><div id="236125840198516251" align="left" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" class="wcustomhtml"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AlXDo5WhQXI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>    </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Never underestimate the power of the words from a child]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/never-underestimate-the-power-of-the-words-from-a-child]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/never-underestimate-the-power-of-the-words-from-a-child#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:54:03 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/never-underestimate-the-power-of-the-words-from-a-child</guid><description><![CDATA[ This is difficult to write but want to share it so others may realize the power of the words from a child. In October of 2007 my sister called to let me know that our mother   was not doing well and that I should make immediate arrangements to get   to Washington where she lived. My mother&rsquo;s health had been declining and we all knew that the time was nearer than any of us wanted to think about. I flew to Washington State and am so grateful that I had the   opportunity to see my mother one [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/5452396.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;">This is difficult to write but want to share it so others may realize the power of the words from a child.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> In October of 2007 my sister called to let me know that our mother   was not doing well and that I should make immediate arrangements to get   to Washington where she lived.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> My mother&rsquo;s health had been declining and we all knew that the time was nearer than any of us wanted to think about.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> I flew to Washington State and am so grateful that I had the   opportunity to see my mother one more time and to tell her I loved her   before she passed.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> My sister and I along with my nephews were all at my mother&rsquo;s   bedside. She had not spoken or made any movements for hours. I wanted my   son, who stayed behind to have the opportunity to say goodbye to his   grandma who he loved so much.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> I called my son and explained to him that grandma couldn&rsquo;t talk to   him but that I would hold the phone to her ear so he could talk to her. I   asked him to tell grandma who it was and to let her know he loved her.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> I held the phone to my mother&rsquo;s ear and told Nick to go ahead and   speak to her. I could hear him saying &ldquo;Hi Grandma this is Nicholas, I   just want to say I love you&rdquo;. At that moment the corners of my mom&rsquo;s   mouth curled up and she smiled. My mother passed away a short time   later. This was the last emotion I remember my mother making before she   passed.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> This moment will live in my heart forever.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Never underestimate the power of the words we speak, especially the words from a child.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> We love you and miss you!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Simpler Time...A Simpler Life]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/a-simpler-timea-simpler-life]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/a-simpler-timea-simpler-life#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:48:28 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/a-simpler-timea-simpler-life</guid><description><![CDATA[This song by Alan Jackson speaks to what is so great about America! Support your local hometown businesses!       [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">This song by Alan Jackson speaks to what is so great about America!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Support your local hometown businesses!<br /><span></span><br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div>  <div><div id="670924316108172428" align="left" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" class="wcustomhtml"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qBh-m1yTZS0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>    </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Take Time for The Moments that take your breath away]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/take-time-for-the-moments-that-take-your-breath-away]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/take-time-for-the-moments-that-take-your-breath-away#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:43:11 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/take-time-for-the-moments-that-take-your-breath-away</guid><description><![CDATA[ My son has been involved in youth football now for about 6 years. He  loves everything about the game. The competitiveness..the team  building&hellip;the games&hellip;even the practices. The lessons he has learned about commitment&hellip;sportsmanship&hellip;to be part  of a team&hellip;winning and losing will stick with him as he enters into the  next chapter of his life. This weekend as I was driving home from his game I heard this song on the radio&hellip;it is a beautiful song with a powerf [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/7254994.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;">My son has been involved in youth football now for about 6 years. He  loves everything about the game. The competitiveness..the team  building&hellip;the games&hellip;even the practices.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> The lessons he has learned about commitment&hellip;sportsmanship&hellip;to be part  of a team&hellip;winning and losing will stick with him as he enters into the  next chapter of his life.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> This weekend as I was driving home from his game I heard this song on the radio&hellip;it is a beautiful song with a powerful message.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> I encourage you to listen&hellip;to reflect&hellip;and to take the words of the song to heart.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Nick&hellip;I am so proud of you&hellip;Love, Dad<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>  <div><div id="187131254392994365" align="left" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" class="wcustomhtml"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bHodOymqfss" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>    </div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[It's just a pair of sunglasses]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/its-just-a-pair-of-sunglasses]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/its-just-a-pair-of-sunglasses#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:41:20 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/its-just-a-pair-of-sunglasses</guid><description><![CDATA[My son and I were out all weekend enjoying the beautiful weather. One of the things we did was rent a paddle boat to go around the pond  at a local park. &nbsp;We saw birds, ducks, fish and lots of other people  out enjoying themselves. While we were working our way through an area with some low hanging  branches, my son reached up to grab one and in the process knocked my  sunglasses into the water. Slowly they sank to the bottom. My son felt  terrible saying he was &ldquo;going in after them&r [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">My son and I were out all weekend enjoying the beautiful weather.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> One of the things we did was rent a paddle boat to go around the pond  at a local park. &nbsp;We saw birds, ducks, fish and lots of other people  out enjoying themselves.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> While we were working our way through an area with some low hanging  branches, my son reached up to grab one and in the process knocked my  sunglasses into the water. Slowly they sank to the bottom. My son felt  terrible saying he was &ldquo;going in after them&rdquo;. I told him not to worry,  it&rsquo;s just a pair of sunglasses. He continued telling me he was sorry. I  Simply told him that I am grateful to have eyes to see and to protect.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Some photos from the day&hellip;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:10px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/8565435_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:300px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:10px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/3668350_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:300px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:10px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/8185446_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:300px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[How Often?]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/how-often]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/how-often#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:36:23 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/how-often</guid><description><![CDATA[ Ask yourself &ldquo;how often?&rdquo; do I wake early just to enjoy the sunrise? do I laugh so hard I cry? do I give a gift to someone&hellip;just because? do I say a kind word to a stranger?  do I inspire someone to be all they can be? do I take a risk and try something new? do I put the needs of others ahead of my own? do I play like a child? do I call a friend I haven&rsquo;t spoken to in years? do I tell my family&hellip;I love them? do I write a personal letter or card instead of typing ou [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/8002193.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;"><strong style="">Ask yourself &ldquo;how often?&rdquo;</strong> do I wake early just to enjoy the sunrise?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I laugh so hard I cry?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I give a gift to someone&hellip;just because?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I say a kind word to a stranger?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> <br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I inspire someone to be all they can be?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I take a risk and try something new?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I put the needs of others ahead of my own?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I play like a child?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I call a friend I haven&rsquo;t spoken to in years?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I tell my family&hellip;I love them?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I write a personal letter or card instead of typing out an email?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I watch kids playing at a playground?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I turn my cell phone off and enjoy the moments of the day?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I hear a song and cry?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I say thanks for the people in my life?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I say a prayer for someone I don&rsquo;t know?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I sit and watch the sunset&hellip;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> do I sit back and say, &ldquo;my life is pretty darn good&rdquo;?<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> How Often?</div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Too Much Stuff!]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/too-much-stuff]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/too-much-stuff#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 18:34:09 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.taketimeforlife.com/blog1/too-much-stuff</guid><description><![CDATA[ So, I started cleaning out the garage, which led to the closets, which led to the office, which&hellip;well you get the idea. As I created the different &ldquo;piles&rdquo;&hellip;a pile for trash, for sale, to  donate etc. I was astonished at just how much &ldquo;stuff&rdquo; I had accumulated  over the years! Much of it I forgot I even had and most I hadn&rsquo;t used in  years. The more &ldquo;stuff&rdquo; I got rid of the better I felt! Even my son got in  the act and started donating toys  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.taketimeforlife.com/uploads/1/3/4/1/13414694/408137.gif" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;">So, I started cleaning out the garage, which led to the closets, which led to the office, which&hellip;well you get the idea.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> As I created the different &ldquo;piles&rdquo;&hellip;a pile for trash, for sale, to  donate etc. I was astonished at just how much &ldquo;stuff&rdquo; I had accumulated  over the years! Much of it I forgot I even had and most I hadn&rsquo;t used in  years.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> The more &ldquo;stuff&rdquo; I got rid of the better I felt! Even my son got in  the act and started donating toys that were once so special to him that  have long since been collecting dust in the corner of his bedroom.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Are we as a society addicted to stuff? I think we may be! Think about some of the new TV shows.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> &ldquo;Hoarders&rdquo; &ndash; A show about people who refuse to throw anything away.  Some items never even opened, some used with only the empty container  left&hellip;still they refuse to throw away even the trash in many cases. While  some may have mental issues that cause this type of behavior, many of  us display this same sort of behavior to a lesser degree. We just don&rsquo;t  think we can live without that &ldquo;special thing&rdquo;. Trust me! You can!!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> &ldquo;Storage Wars&rdquo; &ndash; A show about people who buy the contents of  abandoned storage units without any idea what is contained in them. They  are looking for collectibles or simply items that they can resell for a  profit. So we buy all this &ldquo;stuff&rdquo;, put it storage and then forget we  even have the storage garage!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> This is crazy! Think about it!! How much &ldquo;stuff&rdquo; do you really use on  a regular basis? If you are honest with yourself, the answer will  surprise you! You likely only use a small percentage of what you own on a  regular basis.<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> My son and I are downsizing a lot&hellip;and I mean a lot! We really don&rsquo;t  want &ldquo;more&rdquo; stuff. More to clean, more to break, more to tie us down. As  the saying goes&hellip;sometimes LESS IS MORE!!<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span> Need some help getting rid of the &ldquo;clutter&rdquo;? check out this great book &ldquo;let go of clutter&rdquo;<br /><span style=""></span><br /><span style=""></span></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>