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Well, let's see if we can change that. I am going to try and write something at least once a week </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/RoZ9WZkFNB4/why-is-it-hard-to-commit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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Why is it that we know what we should do, but for some reason we don't do it? I have read plenty of books on weight loss, diets and how to feel better</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/8NTann3k1mc/first-re.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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I am sure that I am like most people and have a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/aOqdgNdOReE/introducing-new-and-improvedme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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I spent months planning the right thing to say, to be in the right place at the right time and practiced in front of a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/fb0sV3q0oqw/brings-me-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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So that being </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/3SovOo9Io3I/hello-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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Sam is wonderful and is a blessed addition to the family.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/wzD68r9qeGo/sam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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I have learned that I am not a real big fan of trying to do real work on my netbook. I like it for small things, but if you have to do a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/NJzIz6mSGnA/wondering-around.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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Spring is also the time of spring break. When young people get </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/jVYoZEvU1Qk/spring-is-in-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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So to change I guess I first have to determine how I got here in the first place. Is it the TV I watch? There does seem to a lot of shows that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/YUfucJhIyWc/any-fool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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Now I would love to tell you that I always show respect for </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/shq85sJR0_Y/aretha-had-it-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3MpqrABCi27z2xcuAYV4iLuu_cs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3MpqrABCi27z2xcuAYV4iLuu_cs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://simplyquotable.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-youre-not-going-to-understand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19735291892001231.post-3856971786600633809</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T10:29:43.776-06:00</atom:updated><title>Confession</title><atom:summary>Ok, I have a confession. This is hard to admit, but this is a blog about life and changes so here it goes. I recently told you that I can feel a change coming. Well it has started and that is what my confession is about. I have made a decision that may haunt me for the rest of my days. It has the ability to shake my beliefs down to their very core. This change will affect how I interact with the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/8Nmt7aK8TqE/confession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xydjfg2oIBnSUNn0xDIN9Ju1DMA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Xydjfg2oIBnSUNn0xDIN9Ju1DMA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://simplyquotable.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19735291892001231.post-1013117547156944071</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T10:40:25.963-06:00</atom:updated><title>Change in the Air</title><atom:summary>Ever come to a point in your life when you know a change is coming? It might be a small change like a new favorite shirt or a new show on TV that you like to watch. But what if it is a big change like a new direction in life? Well, today I feel that there is a change in the air. I am not sure what it is or from what direction the change will come from but I can feel it. Now don’t get me wrong, I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/HQ8q2BMOzVA/change-in-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gerald)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kpW7EgVGpLokyONtOsSQxK5BmE0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kpW7EgVGpLokyONtOsSQxK5BmE0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://simplyquotable.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-in-air.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19735291892001231.post-1924335120521050654</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T14:55:26.022-06:00</atom:updated><title>Words to Live By</title><atom:summary>You know those gems, those words of wisdom passed down through your family tree all the way to your grandpa. You know, the ones he just loves to share with you as if you were still a young whippersnapper sitting on his knee.  “If life hands you lemons; make lemonade” or “the grass is always greener in someone else’s pasture.” to name only a couple out of thousands. All of which are great words to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BNRk/~3/8dMb7nSdoKQ/words-to-live-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simply Quotable)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>
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