<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089</id><updated>2024-10-06T21:49:08.895-07:00</updated><category term="Dream on..."/><category term="Enter the world of everthing Sasa"/><category term="Intro into the world of everything Sasa"/><category term="Millenium Psalm"/><category term="Pray"/><category term="Sin"/><category term="The Mind"/><category term="UFO&#39;s"/><category term="You Are Not Who They See... God see&#39;s you!"/><category term="and a really good book"/><title type='text'>The Knitting Poet©</title><subtitle type='html'>When I grow up, I still want to be me. The same me who knits, crochets, and trusts God to help me live this life well. Being me isn’t always easy, still I have things to say and share.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-5382104543658966846</id><published>2016-08-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-08-09T12:19:55.026-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You Are Not Who They See... God see&#39;s you!"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;
You Are Not Who They See&lt;/h2&gt;
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The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I Samuel 16:7&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember growing up and feeling judged by my classmates. My parents felt that making me wear dresses, and not cut my hair or wear earrings made me holy in some way. Personally I think it made them feel more righteous, but alas they wanted the very best for their daughter and felt that seeing to it that I was dressed according to their convictions was the right thing to do. I remember being teased relentlessly, because all of the other girls wore bell bottoms and smock tops. I wanted to do all the things they were doing and couldn’t because I was in a dress. I wanted others to see me as the girl who loved to jump rope, run races, swim and compete. It seemed that no one could get past my outward packaging, or how I was adorned. That part of my life ended and after I had children, I was judged for their appearances and became frustrated because nobody could see I was doing the best I was able under my circumstances. I felt ostracized within the church because outside of the church I lived with an alcoholic/drug-addict and it seemed my life was lived on the edge of what is right and wrong, and more often than not, life was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;All of the judgement I felt I was under caused me to be both more sympathetic and empathetic to others around me.There were so many times though when I felt inferior. Because of the way church goers acted, I felt that must be how God felt about me as well. Feeling inferior is a horrible feeling, and nobody should ever be made to feel that way, because in God’s eyes he see’s each of us uniquely, and loves us equally regardless of our physical appearance. He see’s our emotions, our desires, our passions, and all the things that keep us putting one foot in front of the other. He doesn’t expect me to be like you, or you to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;God was able to see what nobody else could see. He could see how I relied on him and how I loved him and still do. Then came another who showed me earthly love and what it means to love, and be loved without fear.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to challenge you today. From now on when you meet someone, look them in the eye. Listen to them and try not to notice how tight their clothes are, how much they weigh, whether or not the color of their hair is real or purchased from a bottle, the cost of their clothing and how clean their shoes are. Give them a genuine heart and see how God blesses that. It’s not the packaging that’s important. It’s your soul.&lt;/div&gt;
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She created that pretty tree for the enjoyment of the babes she loved.&lt;br /&gt;
Giving one last look at its now naked starkness, she bends gracefully picking up her shawl and smiles...&lt;br /&gt;
It was so tenderly made in silence.&lt;br /&gt;
Smiling as she wraps herself in its honesty, she walks away silently,&lt;br /&gt;
from the gnarled nakedness of the whipping tree.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel it is time to pick it back up. We&amp;nbsp;have suffered yet another end of the world scenario because the mayan people were killed in the flood before finishing what is now their famous&amp;nbsp;calendar. Yes, I am talking about the Biblical flood, Noah&#39;s ark, and you should know the story if not feel free to ask. It is now Christmas time and it seems everywhere I turn, there is turmoil. No peace anywhere, It is tiresome at times. People are angry with the govt. for taking away their rights, and for just plain old lying to them. So many are tired of abortions, not being allowed to have prayer in the schools, the Bible disrespected, and nobody seems to know it at all anymore. Things have become sad. A week ago 20 children were killed in a school in CT and 6 teachers by a suicidal young man with no purpose or guidance in his life. He did not respect his own life, he could not expect anyone to believe that he respected any other life, even if it was a child&#39;s. Just so much I see going on. Prophecy being fulfilled and my dreams from many years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will talk more about this, but right now it is Christmas. So Tomorrow we will talk about that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello everyone again. All my prayers go out to anyone who reads this or any other of my posts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (C)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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class=&quot;blogContent&quot;&gt;           &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Friends with and without MS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:0;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Those of you that know me best know that I&#39;m not one of those &quot;poor me&quot; sorts that I cant stand.  But, even though slightly comical or bitter in some cases, this seemed like such a good list of symptom descriptions to offer friends or family a visual or better physical understanding of what those with Multiple Sclerosis mean when they try to describe a discomfort.  I have always had a hard time trying to convey what I&#39;m feeling when my friends or family ask me what I&#39;m feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I dont know anyone with MS that has ALL of these symptoms as the author suggests, but i thought it was a great tool to better understand or communicate a few of the symptoms.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Im printing this out to share with my family or friends when i cant find the words to answer &quot;How does it feel.&quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;My best to you and yours,&lt;br /&gt;Sasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;How us with MS Feel......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;When We Say We Can&#39;t do Something Because We don&#39;t Feel Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Put yourself in Our Shoes By Using The Examples of our Symptoms Below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Painful Heavy Legs: &lt;/span&gt;Apply Tightly 20 LB ankle weights and 15 LB thigh weights then take a 1 mile walk, clean the house, go shopping and then sit down - how ya&#39; feeling now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Painful Feet: &lt;/span&gt;Put equal or unequal amounts of small pebbles in each shoe then take a walk, if we are mad at you we would prefer needles to pebbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Loss of Feeling in Hands and/or Arms:&lt;/span&gt; Put on extra thick gloves and a heavy coat then try and pick up a pencil, if successful stab yourself in the arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Loss of Feeling in Feet and/or Legs:&lt;/span&gt; Ask a doc for a shot of Novocaine in both of your legs and then try and stand up and walk without looking like the town drunk. Hopefully you won&#39;t fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- TN (Trigeminal Neuralgia):&lt;/span&gt; Take an ice pick and jam it into your ear or cheek whenever the wind blows on it, or a stray hair touches it. If you want something easier to do, get someone to punch you in the jaw preferably daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Uncontrollable Itching: &lt;/span&gt;Glue or sew small steel wool pads to the inside of your shirt, pants and undergarments wear them for an entire day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Tingling: &lt;/span&gt;Stick your finger in an electrical socket - preferably wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Tight Banded Feeling:&lt;/span&gt; Put 12 inch wide belt around you and make is as tight as you can and leave it there for the entire day. How ya&#39; breathing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Shots: &lt;/span&gt;Fill one of our spare needles with saline solution, saline won&#39;t hurt you, we would love something worse but don&#39;t want to end up in jail. Give yourself a shot everytime we do our shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Side Effects From the Shot:&lt;/span&gt; Bang you head against a wall, wrap yourself in a heating pad, wrap your entire body with an ace bandage tightly then finally treat yourself to some spoiled food or drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Trouble Lifting Arms:&lt;/span&gt; Apply 20 LB wrist weights and try and reach for something on the highest shelf in your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Spasticity:&lt;/span&gt; Hook bungee cords to your rear belt loops and rear pant leg cuffs then for your arms hook bungee cords to your shirt collar and cuffs on shirt sleeves then go dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Poor Hearing/Buzzing in Ears: &lt;/span&gt;Put a bee in each ear and then put a plug in each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;one...Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Balance and Walking Problems:&lt;/span&gt; Drink 100 proof grain alcohol and then sit and spin in an office chair for 30 minutes, now get up and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Urgently Needing to Pee:&lt;/span&gt; We put a .5 liter remote controlled water bag and drip tube in your pants, we point out 2 restrooms in a crowded mall, then we tell you that you have 30 seconds before we activate the water bag (by remote control) to get to a restroom. Just for spite we may make that 20 seconds without telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Bizarre and Inexplicable Sensations:&lt;/span&gt; Place tiny spiders on your legs or arms and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;allow them to periodically crawl around throughout the day, heck all day would be good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Pins and Needles:&lt;/span&gt; Stab yourself repeatedly with needles all over your body or better yet....Get a very large tattoo in your most sensative area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Dizziness (Vertigo):&lt;/span&gt; Get on a gently rocking boat all day and all night and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;several walks around the deck with your eyes closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Fatigue:&lt;/span&gt; Stay awake for two full days to induce incredible fatigue and then cook dinner, clean the house, walk the dog and see how you feel. Please do not compare MS fatigue to you being tired from only a few hours of sleep - it&#39;s not the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;same at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Cognitive Function (Brain Fog):&lt;/span&gt; Take a liberal dose of sleeping pills but stay awake. Try and function properly and think clearly. To make it even more real without killing yourself of course, take the sleeping pills with a small sip of wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Bowel Problems:&lt;/span&gt; Take a 4 day dose of an anti-diarrhea medicine followed directly by a 3 day dose of stool softeners for a minimum of 3 weeks, at the end of 3 weeks sit down on a hard uncushioned chair and stay there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;till tears appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Burning Feeling: &lt;/span&gt;Make a full pot of boiling water and then have someone fill a squirt gun with the boiling water and shoot it at yourself all day long. However, you can give us the pleasure of shooting you instead...optional of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Intention Tremor:&lt;/span&gt; Hook your body to some type of vibrating machine try and move your legs and arms.....hmmm are you feeling a little shaky? You are not allowed to use anything fun for this lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;- Buzzing Feeling When Bending Our Heads to Our Chest (L&#39;Hermitte&#39;s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Place an electrical wire on your back and run it all the way down to your feet, then pour water on it and plug it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Vision Problems (Optic Neuritis): &lt;/span&gt;Smear vaseline on glasses and then wear them to read the newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Memory Issues: &lt;/span&gt;Have someone make a list of items to shop for and when you come back that person adds two things to the list and then they ask why you didn&#39;t get them. When you come back from shopping again they take the list and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;erase three things and ask why you bought those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Foot Drop:&lt;/span&gt; Wear one swim fin and take about a 1/2 mile walk, nothing else needs to be said for this one, you&#39;ll get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;- Depression: &lt;/span&gt;Take a trip to the animal shelter everyday and see all the lonely animals with no home. You get attached to one or more of the animals and when you come back the next day you come in while they are putting her/him asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Fear:&lt;/span&gt; Dream that you have lost complete feeling in your feet and when you wake up wiggle your feet, just so happens they don&#39;t move. Think about this every night wondering whether something on your body won&#39;t work the next day when you wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Swallowing:&lt;/span&gt; Try swallowing the hottest chili pepper you can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;- Heat Intolerance or Feeling Hot When it&#39;s Really Not:&lt;/span&gt; You are on a nice vacation to Alaska. It&#39;s 35° outside and 65° inside. Light a fire for the fireplace and then get into it. Once you have reached about 110° tell me how you feel, even a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;without MS would feel bad, now add all of the above symptoms - welcome to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Then Finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;After subjecting yourself to the items above, let everyone tell you that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;are just under a lot of stress, it&#39;s all in your head and that some exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;and counseling is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-8847473830498563062</id><published>2007-12-07T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T03:32:36.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibliophile Stalker: Writing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://charles-tan.blogspot.com/2007/12/writing-time.html&quot;&gt;Bibliophile Stalker: Writing Time&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/8847473830498563062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1933496635374377089/8847473830498563062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/8847473830498563062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/8847473830498563062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/2007/12/bibliophile-stalker-writing-time.html' title='Bibliophile Stalker: Writing Time'/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-2262213478920716328</id><published>2007-10-23T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:51:30.784-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Millenium Psalm"/><title type='text'>New MIllenium Psalm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnceH8STbgOB7hW-PVmcnINqqhadsN1GmXThRe7vOGGrL1zp0L0uQquROpDUqSLlpt3DSHrw-XKT50mqXOvrGQF19d5GhmaUP1N4Fgp2FSOnbwusgOuDl8tP_Qqj7n7T-5NQiIwlZCdrQ/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124564552946198290&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnceH8STbgOB7hW-PVmcnINqqhadsN1GmXThRe7vOGGrL1zp0L0uQquROpDUqSLlpt3DSHrw-XKT50mqXOvrGQF19d5GhmaUP1N4Fgp2FSOnbwusgOuDl8tP_Qqj7n7T-5NQiIwlZCdrQ/s400/Jesus.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord who am I without you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a whisper on the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;a broken piece of timber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;a rolling stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;no use at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fill my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;strangely usefull once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;a soul that calls your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;a might oak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Branches raised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;to praise your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mountain that must be climbed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I can touch your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLY FACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;no description&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;webster has &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;for what my heart desires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;stand before all nations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sing of your marvelous grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I a whipper whill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;whom one stops &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;to listen still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;they will hear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;and know in brief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you are God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;can save a heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jehovova Rohi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;save thier Souls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sasa Smith &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;© October 4, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/2262213478920716328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1933496635374377089/2262213478920716328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/2262213478920716328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/2262213478920716328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-millenium-psalm.html' title='New MIllenium Psalm'/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnceH8STbgOB7hW-PVmcnINqqhadsN1GmXThRe7vOGGrL1zp0L0uQquROpDUqSLlpt3DSHrw-XKT50mqXOvrGQF19d5GhmaUP1N4Fgp2FSOnbwusgOuDl8tP_Qqj7n7T-5NQiIwlZCdrQ/s72-c/Jesus.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-7588341956310483580</id><published>2007-10-05T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:05:26.907-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="and a really good book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="UFO&#39;s"/><title type='text'>UFO&#39;s, Sin, and a really good book</title><content type='html'>As I told you before this blog is not just about knitting or poetry...it&#39;s about a knitted UFO (unfinished object). I am going to call this God&#39;s unfinished object. I notice that I have readers on this blog, yet no commenters...which is ok.  I&#39;m going to talk a little about myself today.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says we come into this world as sinners. Hard to believe. Tiny little bundles of joy...sinners? Soon that bundle of joy will learn to say no, when told not to do something that could be harmful to them, it will learn to lie, say mean things, hurt other people, and when they enter school...well, if you have children you already know. By the time they become teenagers and think they have the world in the palm of thier hand, parents are idiots, and of course God must have blessed them with some sort of special intelligence....and yes they rebel against all the things that remind them of thier parents, many times including God.&lt;br /&gt;So are we all sinners? If you&#39;ve ever lied, stolen something, used Gods name in vain, maybe you desire to have something a friend or an enemy of your&#39;s has, maybe you idolize money or jewelry, or cars, land, whatever the case may be. Possibly in your heart you have truely had horrible thoughts toward someone else, or lustful thoughts. At any rate any of these things make you a sinner. The Bible says so. Check out the 10 commandments. The very laws our government was based on.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I&#39;m not trying to preach to anyone here, I just want everyone to understand. I&#39;m a sinner. Everyday I come to the Lord asking for his forgiveness. Not because he hasn&#39;t forgiven what I&#39;ve already asked him to forgive...I just have a tendency to screw up a lot. Here&#39;s the thing. The Bible says that when we ask for forgiveness God throws our sins into the deepest sea, and as far as the east is from the west. You may question how far is the east from the west? It&#39;s as far as two outstretched nailscarred hands.&lt;br /&gt;God gave his son to die for you and me. Now being a parent, That just boggles my mind! You see God has always wanted a relationship with us (humans) people that he created. Sin seperated us from him. It took God Sacrificing His only (ONLY) son, so that he could once again have a relationship with His own creation...you, me, and everyone else you know and don&#39;t know. When Jesus died, and then rose from the dead on the third day...the battle was one! All we have to do, is make the CHOICE to ask Jesus for forgiveness. In turn Jesus is our advocate...ie; our attorney. He goes to his father...God and represents you and me. Jesus tells God, how you/I have come with a broken spirit and a contrite heart, wanting and needing forgiveness. Jesus talks about how he shed his blood for you and me, and that we are forgiven. God picks up the gavel it falls with a bang, and our names are written in the lambs book of life.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 3:23 &quot;For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for forgiveness today. He loves you. Who else do you know that woud die for you the way Jesus did?&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a Bible and read it. I promise that none of this is painful.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will touch the hearts of all who read today.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7588341956310483580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1933496635374377089/7588341956310483580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/7588341956310483580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/7588341956310483580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/2007/10/ufos-sin-and-really-good-book.html' title='UFO&#39;s, Sin, and a really good book'/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-7572195005916540594</id><published>2007-09-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:13:33.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLECTIONS OF A MOM......AND MORE!: My summer of grief and loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://reflectionsofamom.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-summer-of-grief-and-loss.html&quot;&gt;REFLECTIONS OF A MOM......AND MORE!: My summer of grief and loss&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7572195005916540594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1933496635374377089/7572195005916540594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/7572195005916540594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/7572195005916540594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/reflections-of-momand-more-my-summer-of.html' title='REFLECTIONS OF A MOM......AND MORE!: My summer of grief and loss'/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-4589282772225372162</id><published>2007-09-21T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:50:48.499-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pray"/><title type='text'>When the going gets tough...Pray.</title><content type='html'>Wow! I have had so many emotionally draining days recently... I have found myself on my knees talking to the only one I know can fix all... several timesas of late. I had a dream once, not very long ago. I dreamed that someone I loved was standing on the edge of a rapidly flooding river. The edge broke off and this person fell into the tumultuous waters, crying for help. I ran to the edge, ready to dive in and save this person. The waters carried all kinds of debri, even cars, portions of homes. I dropped to my knees and cried out to God, Praying with all my heart and soul. I woke up, got out of the bed, got on my knees and began to pray. God let me know through that dream that I couldn&#39;t save anyone. Only he could, but I would have to pray. That was what was/is required of me.&lt;br /&gt;My father has cancer. It has now become bone cancer. In the last week he has been in the hospital 3 times. Once for a blood transfusion. We share the same birthday...and on November the 27th we will have shared 42 of them together.&lt;br /&gt;I can remember my father preaching about faith when I was a little girl. Hebrews 11:1-2 &quot;Faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen. For by it the elders have obtained a good report.&quot; Matthew 17:20-21 &quot;...Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, &#39;Move from here to there&#39; and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.&quot; I do know that this kind of mustard seed faith only comes about through prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this today. So many things in our lives need prayer. Our personal walk with the Lord, our families, our communities, our Nation. Pray for a world that cries peace peace, and everywhere there is war. I implore you to stand in the gap and pray. Just Pray. &quot;The prayers of a righteous man availeth much.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/4589282772225372162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1933496635374377089/4589282772225372162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/4589282772225372162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/4589282772225372162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-going-get-toughpray.html' title='When the going gets tough...Pray.'/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-5792965241201925184</id><published>2007-09-19T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:14:08.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Dipped in Hell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;br /&gt;Dipped&lt;br /&gt;in Hell&lt;br /&gt;Death rings its toll…&lt;br /&gt;Tossed on waves&lt;br /&gt;Without control&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up on shore&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing more…&lt;br /&gt;Than discarded&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled&lt;br /&gt;Paper&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that blankly stare&lt;br /&gt;With nothing there…&lt;br /&gt;Yet a heart still beats&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the looks&lt;br /&gt;Of&lt;br /&gt;A corpse complete&lt;br /&gt;The flames do burn&lt;br /&gt;With consuming worms&lt;br /&gt;Screams and cries&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up on shore&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing more…&lt;br /&gt;Than discarded&lt;br /&gt;Crumpled&lt;br /&gt;Paper&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that blankly stare&lt;br /&gt;With nothing there…&lt;br /&gt;This is what it is&lt;br /&gt;To be&lt;br /&gt;Dipped in&lt;br /&gt;Hell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Sasa Smith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;copy;2007&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/5792965241201925184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1933496635374377089/5792965241201925184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/5792965241201925184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/5792965241201925184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/2007/09/dipped-in-hell-this-is-what-it-is-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-7580817759666628881</id><published>2007-08-12T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:04:20.815-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dream on..."/><title type='text'>Dream On</title><content type='html'>Dream On...&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you had more cash to spend on yarn? I myself dream of winning the lottery, or miraculously finding a billion $$ hidden in the walls of my house or burried in the back yard. Hey! Everyone has to dream! For now I soothe my self knowing that I could slip into a coma at any time, and live in a dream world where every thing is made of yarn. The sky, the trees, everything! I would have all the yarn I need at my fingertips. Ahhh... All of my knitting friends on the web could be there, and we&#39;d all live happily ever-after. Don&#39;t come apart on me now! You know I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever pay attention to politcs at all? Notice how all of our presidents are completely white headed at the end of their terms? Personally I think all presidents should be required to take up knitting upon becoming president. That&#39;s right, rub the ear-lobes and knit. They would relieve stress, and who knows we might end up with a pres. who is not completely white headed when they leave office.&lt;br /&gt;I get tired of the whole Democrat/Republican thing. I believe we should all become Republicrats. I can see Chelsea Clinton marrying a Bush and my dream for a perfect world coming true. Yes, we could all live in a Pro-life, environmentally safe world. Everyone has medical insurance, and the country gets out of debt. The people make tons of money, which means we can all buy(drum roll), YARN!&lt;br /&gt;It could be a perfect world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;copy; 2006</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/feeds/7580817759666628881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1933496635374377089/7580817759666628881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/7580817759666628881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1933496635374377089/posts/default/7580817759666628881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theknittingpoet.blogspot.com/2007/08/dream-on.html' title='Dream On'/><author><name>The Knitting Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680783147416953057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1933496635374377089.post-1020757065461482483</id><published>2007-08-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:51:31.026-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mind"/><title type='text'>One Fractured Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofJ_jhPT8AUJ_FRiyb2s9V0ESStbblmDi6MWwbk71MqD017-RS-wXRm1kqOLEjBfFaarcTFwucv9E4eto6j54L18e4tMPez0Wk8A_9ldYzaedZOoJmjZRWNJxq0W1rhvq6wqy5oBzyZc/s1600-h/Fractured+Mind.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofJ_jhPT8AUJ_FRiyb2s9V0ESStbblmDi6MWwbk71MqD017-RS-wXRm1kqOLEjBfFaarcTFwucv9E4eto6j54L18e4tMPez0Wk8A_9ldYzaedZOoJmjZRWNJxq0W1rhvq6wqy5oBzyZc/s1600-h/Fractured+Mind.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096774770337516306&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofJ_jhPT8AUJ_FRiyb2s9V0ESStbblmDi6MWwbk71MqD017-RS-wXRm1kqOLEjBfFaarcTFwucv9E4eto6j54L18e4tMPez0Wk8A_9ldYzaedZOoJmjZRWNJxq0W1rhvq6wqy5oBzyZc/s400/Fractured+Mind.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Fractured Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endless depths of the mind&lt;br /&gt;Fractures tears&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Plummeting to the bottoms&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic twists of fate&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can be changed&lt;br /&gt;At least not for now&lt;br /&gt;So they say&lt;br /&gt;Each day I awake&lt;br /&gt;Sending my mind&lt;br /&gt;Through the most rigorous&lt;br /&gt;Of exercise routines&lt;br /&gt;Until all cries for mercy&lt;br /&gt;And yet it&#39;s not enough&lt;br /&gt;And when nobodies looking&lt;br /&gt;I cry to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;WHY!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be normal&lt;br /&gt;There are days when everything&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;And then there are days…&lt;br /&gt;When all is wrong&lt;br /&gt;I feel my self teetering on the edge&lt;br /&gt;Of absolutely nowhere&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;Please…&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasa Smith &amp;copy; 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The look, The feel, the smell of yarn. Needles clicking... My drug of choice!Of couse no-one can understand, unless they are an addicted knitter themselves. Yes! I spend my days tying knots in string! Who knew one could be so easily amused.Twas just a little girl when I learned at G-Ma&#39;s knee.Diagnosed at 35 with an annoying, to say the least, disease called Multiple Sclerosis.With my first major excacerbation I lost a ton of memory. The ability to knit included. I tried and tried to re-conquer this thing called knitting, without much success. Now, from looking at pictures from my child-hood I know that G-Ma taught me using the english method. I was about to give up, when one night I had an amazing dream! I dreamed I was knitting! It seemed to be backwards and some how wrong, but when I awoke, I grabbed my yarn and needles, and started knitting in this upside-down backward method I had dreamt about. I now know that it is the continental method of knitting. Yes my &quot;Beautiful Mind&quot; figured it out. In the Last 8 mos. I have managed 4 scarves, 3 hats, a purse, 1 pair of fingerless gloves 2 sweaters a blanket, and a pillow. Whew! It was fun, and the list continues to grow. 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It&#39;s about the life that I&#39;m knitting. I&#39;m a poet of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;Some of my poetry is good...some...not so. I will let you be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;the judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;Well this is just the beginning. there is much more to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;I live a very a very complicated life. Not exactly picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;&quot;&gt;perfect. 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