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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caption&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;L&amp;quot;}&quot;&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; Let go of fears and live life to your fullest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caption&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;L&amp;quot;}&quot;&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; Shake your tail feathers like no one is watching,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caption&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;L&amp;quot;}&quot;&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; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caption&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;L&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;enjoy YOUR LIFE &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caption&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;L&amp;quot;}&quot;&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; remember to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;caption&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;L&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;EXPERIENCE THE &quot;PRESENT&quot; tm &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2012/05/let-go-of-fears-and-live-life-to-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsLY9zaN4rYzg5qxqhu-wwBB6MIqr6UFn7oPVRbdGKlJiAr33DNd0U0jG0hDUZeBP8M3jcQj_KCn8EqYANTBMdjoxl8eTSwcJIp_U4jfN2C6LYGanOgPrGWuXkwYvt9-fGO7uLjGHBV4/s72-c/let+go+of+fears.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-9104766333950740979</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-08T16:04:45.685-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;WE NEED TO &lt;u&gt;SUPPORT MOM &amp;amp; POP BUSINESSES&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have owned our own &quot;Mom &amp;amp; Pop&quot; business for over 35 years. It has helped to feed our family &amp;amp; meet many of their their educational, social &amp;amp; monetary needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although we recently were forced to close our brick &amp;amp; mortar, we are continuing to bring &quot;personal service&quot; to our valued clients &amp;amp; friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ONLINE at: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.personalizedpresentsplus.com/&quot;&gt;PersonalizedPresentsPlus.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our country was built on many similar stories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;I fear that &quot;mom &amp;amp; pop&quot; businesses are fading.&amp;nbsp; (I truly hope not.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PLEASE SUPPORT &lt;u&gt;YOUR&lt;/u&gt; LOCAL MOM &amp;amp; POP BUSINESSES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are truly the backbone of our country&#39;s economy &amp;amp; society ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Feel free to add&lt;u&gt; YOUR &lt;/u&gt;comments &amp;amp; favorite memories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2012/05/we-need-to-support-mom-pop-businesses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmKmUXE8YZqpmp3bQ_z2tYsiC5PINPTZ3z3RSAKEXsYAhhbA1B0-HZTxeBz2gtN6ef8NGYfajrR2gBM3C1ox3An5_TjzIReq41olMALxXjpq1xTPwPGSOwYAseCVPXhlzykJnJvhNrN0/s72-c/small+business-my+mantra.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-2849545053301592366</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-11T22:45:24.704-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I am who I am......&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; I am right brained &amp;amp; I love it......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;hasCaption&quot;&gt;“I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A 
mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear.
 Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of 
words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with 
numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;right brain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;“I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. 
Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. 
The feeling of sand beneath bare feat. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am
 the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. 
Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Which side of the brain rules you???? Feel free to comment.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-who-i-am.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rvgpdjzzhquk0P2pBJYNf4IbwSstIPEllSJ2zUAKyJtqOkrM78g24q-FEh9x0AfgAvKS8YOozf1lG_dB5e46yjJn4Hwg05VA4R6AfU-cvPRmVdKcyyf-_TAHxuiq2yxrZvh0yf85iyQ/s72-c/407460_380858318597155_124195867596736_1665741_2134313488_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-1899939452050819424</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-04T14:35:21.203-04:00</atom:updated><title>My &quot;Take&quot; on the &quot;Present&quot; Politics......- August 2011</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69UJhluOZ6ufXRSJblTrmLsKoziXw5-FLGP4fvmYGmBGf3Z9RbyP2CzzWmi2bSuQ0Q1hGeQaRn5_Msncqxu8Su2jadJeHXZOlOi373VAwhl9muADtBTd83gmQneG02sGLv4yaQFxEOjc/s1600/diapers+%2526+politicians.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;209px&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69UJhluOZ6ufXRSJblTrmLsKoziXw5-FLGP4fvmYGmBGf3Z9RbyP2CzzWmi2bSuQ0Q1hGeQaRn5_Msncqxu8Su2jadJeHXZOlOi373VAwhl9muADtBTd83gmQneG02sGLv4yaQFxEOjc/s320/diapers+%2526+politicians.jpg&quot; t$=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;320px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-take-on-present-politics-august-2011.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69UJhluOZ6ufXRSJblTrmLsKoziXw5-FLGP4fvmYGmBGf3Z9RbyP2CzzWmi2bSuQ0Q1hGeQaRn5_Msncqxu8Su2jadJeHXZOlOi373VAwhl9muADtBTd83gmQneG02sGLv4yaQFxEOjc/s72-c/diapers+%2526+politicians.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-4292978005640741717</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2011 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-07T13:58:33.445-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">:</category><title>You are an Awesome Mom !!! HAPPY MOTHER&#39;S DAY :)</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQudmziKHQXFMUQcuTLT4XMWO00egPnOveaB5JGVRh9kkTWajj4ryRU3UYlSyscYlSOSknFMqjSgrI9c09AfG0HbPEfxnEq5LC_e6qIyorUUtELi7zYn4235Wqn1nsxXCxFLQTOHOAr4/s1600/baby%252Ccute%252Chahahah%252Csmile%252Cfrog%252Cchild%252Cyoga%252C-58a3af57363eaae0e949143be15013fe_h.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266px&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQudmziKHQXFMUQcuTLT4XMWO00egPnOveaB5JGVRh9kkTWajj4ryRU3UYlSyscYlSOSknFMqjSgrI9c09AfG0HbPEfxnEq5LC_e6qIyorUUtELi7zYn4235Wqn1nsxXCxFLQTOHOAr4/s320/baby%252Ccute%252Chahahah%252Csmile%252Cfrog%252Cchild%252Cyoga%252C-58a3af57363eaae0e949143be15013fe_h.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;320px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;BEFORE&amp;nbsp;I WAS A MOM... &lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;never tripped over toys&amp;nbsp;or forgot words to a lullaby. &lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. &lt;br /&gt;
I never thought about immunization ...........&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqy0L3I6nZ5gnDHyWvMXbYR1vgLgrnYwNDcG9CEQfUKr5HpvyzzcByZPFdZSdBx9izn-aqEqsYf6vYimr4ejKQcSlVFTK2UM0XvF-DEygSvA8J2px4mkpb-kmq99NMu_SZUQi1EUbX_Bw/s1600/article-0-08502174000005DC-494_634x429.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;216px&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqy0L3I6nZ5gnDHyWvMXbYR1vgLgrnYwNDcG9CEQfUKr5HpvyzzcByZPFdZSdBx9izn-aqEqsYf6vYimr4ejKQcSlVFTK2UM0XvF-DEygSvA8J2px4mkpb-kmq99NMu_SZUQi1EUbX_Bw/s320/article-0-08502174000005DC-494_634x429.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;320px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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; BEFORE I WAS A MOM... &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I had never been Puked on. &lt;br /&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;Pooped on. &lt;br /&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;Chewed on&amp;nbsp;nor&lt;br /&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;Peed on. &lt;br /&gt;
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. &lt;br /&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;I slept all night!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. &lt;br /&gt;
I never looked into teary eyes and cried. &lt;br /&gt;
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. &lt;br /&gt;
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep&lt;br /&gt;
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I never held a sleeping baby just because, I didn&#39;t want to put her down. &lt;br /&gt;
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn&#39;t stop the hurt. &lt;br /&gt;
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. &lt;br /&gt;
I never knew that I could love someone so much. &lt;br /&gt;
I never knew I would love being a Mom so much !!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t know the feeling of&amp;nbsp;having my heart outside my body.. &lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. &lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know that bond between a mother and her child. &lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. &lt;br /&gt;
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I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. &lt;br /&gt;
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment &lt;br /&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; or the satisfaction of being a Mom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AyPhS7Pqv2B9Rgtv8AiKyoitexJn2DIa2J3NDlZuRPZzCchLOyU9eLtAe7RAmZkgfMvp67ksefdlVfWv4Es0fFCQbhtqM72n24PmLhPsakb6VnRhWQn61rKK_4iS58v4a1-9uzG4eCE/s1600/article-0-0857EC92000005DC-962_634x639.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320px&quot; j8=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3AyPhS7Pqv2B9Rgtv8AiKyoitexJn2DIa2J3NDlZuRPZzCchLOyU9eLtAe7RAmZkgfMvp67ksefdlVfWv4Es0fFCQbhtqM72n24PmLhPsakb6VnRhWQn61rKK_4iS58v4a1-9uzG4eCE/s320/article-0-0857EC92000005DC-962_634x639.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;317px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn&#39;t know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Send this&lt;/a&gt; to&amp;nbsp;someone who you think is an awesome Mom. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life......&lt;br /&gt;
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&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; HAPPY MOTHER&#39;S DAY TO ALL MOMS &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;GRANDMOMS &lt;br /&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; WHO WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO FEEL &amp;amp; SHARE THE LOVE :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Photos from:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1251841/The-incredible-pictures-snoozing-newborns-taken-babies-10-days-old.html&quot;&gt;Stephanie Robin/Kelley Ryden &lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-awesome-mom-happy-mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQudmziKHQXFMUQcuTLT4XMWO00egPnOveaB5JGVRh9kkTWajj4ryRU3UYlSyscYlSOSknFMqjSgrI9c09AfG0HbPEfxnEq5LC_e6qIyorUUtELi7zYn4235Wqn1nsxXCxFLQTOHOAr4/s72-c/baby%252Ccute%252Chahahah%252Csmile%252Cfrog%252Cchild%252Cyoga%252C-58a3af57363eaae0e949143be15013fe_h.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-6988545684470869823</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2011 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-05T11:32:47.990-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">BIG BooBoos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Darwin Awards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">laugh at life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lowest on evolution tree</category><title>Darwin Awards are out</title><description>The Darwin Awards are out !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it&#39;s that magical time of year again when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the LEAST evolved among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the glorious winner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When his 38 caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up in Long Beach , California , would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the honorable mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cutting machine and after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger. The chef&#39;s claim was approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the space.. Understandably, he shot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies.. The deception wasn&#39;t discovered for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer... $15. [If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Seems an Arkansas guy wanted some beer pretty badly.. He decided that he&#39;d just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made of Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As a female shopper exited a New York convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher.. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, &quot;Yes, officer, that&#39;s her. That&#39;s the lady I stole the purse from.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti , Michigan at 5 A.M., flashed a gun, and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn&#39;t open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren&#39;t available for breakfast... The man, frustrated, walked away. [*A 5-STAR STUPIDITY AWARD WINNER]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a Seattle street by sucking on a hose, he got much more than he bargained for.. Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to steal gasoline, but he plugged his siphon hose into the motor home&#39;s sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges saying that it was the best laugh he&#39;d ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIFT GAG TIP:  Now that you were &quot;present&quot;ed with a laugh.... Think about putting one of these on a gift tag. Check out our &quot;gift&quot; sites for great &quot;present&quot; ideas too.</description><enclosure type='' url='http://www.initialoutfitters.net/ThePresentPro' length='0'/><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2011/03/darwin-awards-are-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-4836785795803268422</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2011 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-16T17:15:13.327-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stop &amp; Smell the Roses</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 16pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&#39;Stop and Smell the Roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness keeps you Sweet,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials keep you Strong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 36pt;&quot;&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 36pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 16pt;&quot;&gt;Sorrows keep you  Human,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 16pt;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failures keep you Humble,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success keeps you Glowing,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But .... Only Family &amp;amp; Friends ......&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep You Going !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><enclosure type='' url='http://www.initialoutfitters.net/ThePresentPro' length='0'/><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop-smell-roses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-8799600698128584172</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-25T20:37:33.182-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Gift to a Young Girl</title><description>What a lovely little story to remind us that life really can be beautiful. This is one of the kindest things you may ever see.. It is not known who replied, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.&lt;p&gt; Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. &lt;p&gt;I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:&lt;p&gt;Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her.. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith.&lt;p&gt; We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it.. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, &#39;To Meredith&#39; in an unfamiliar hand.. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, &#39;When a Pet Dies..&#39; Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey &amp;amp; Meredith and this note: &lt;p&gt;Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn&#39;t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don&#39;t need our bodies in heaven, I don&#39;t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I&#39;m easy to find, I am wherever there is love. Love, God&lt;p&gt; Happiness keeps you Sweet, Trials keep you Strong, Sorrows keep you Human, Failures keep you Humble, Success keeps you Glowing , But Only Friends Keep You Going!</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2011/01/gift-to-young-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-3765340585754990419</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 12:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-22T08:55:01.897-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">no charge for love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">puppies for sale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">puppy love</category><title>&quot;Puppy&quot; Love</title><description>A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. &lt;p&gt;&quot;Mister,&quot; he said, &quot;I want to buy one of your puppies.&quot;&quot;Well,&quot; said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, &quot;These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.&quot;The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.&quot;I&#39;ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?&quot;&quot;Sure,&quot; said the farmer. &lt;p&gt;With that he let out a whistle. &quot;Here, Dolly!&quot; he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up... &lt;p&gt;&quot;I want that one,&quot; the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy&#39;s side and said, &quot;Son, you don&#39;t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.&quot;With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. &lt;p&gt;Looking back up at the farmer, he said, &quot;You see sir, I don&#39;t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands. &lt;p&gt;&quot;With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.&quot;How much?&quot; asked the little boy. &quot;No charge,&quot; answered the farmer, &quot;There&#39;s no charge for love.&quot;The world is full of people who need someone who understands.&lt;/p&gt;</description><enclosure type='' url='http://www.initialoutfitters.net/ThePresentPro' length='0'/><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/10/puppy-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-1388605367102220494</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-28T14:36:32.457-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Cab Ride</title><description>I arrived at the address and honked the horn. after waiting a few minutes, I walked to the door and knocked... &#39;Just a minute, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. &lt;p&gt;After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90&#39;s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940&#39;s movie.By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. &lt;p&gt;&#39;Would you please carry my bag out to the car?&#39; she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. &#39;It&#39;s nothing&#39;, I told her... &#39;I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to betreated.&#39;&#39;Oh, you&#39;re such a good boy, she said. &lt;p&gt;When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, &#39;Could you drive through downtown?&#39;&#39; It&#39;s not the shortest way,&#39; I answered quickly... &#39;Oh, I don&#39;t mind,&#39; she said. &#39;I&#39;m in no hurry. I&#39;m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. &#39;I don&#39;t have any family left,&#39; she continued in a soft voice... &#39;The doctor says I don&#39;t have very long.&#39; &lt;p&gt;I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.&#39;What route would you like me to take?&#39; I asked.For the next two hours, we drove through the city. &lt;p&gt;She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. &lt;p&gt;We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds . &lt;p&gt;She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. &lt;p&gt;Sometimes she&#39;d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. &lt;p&gt;As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, &#39;I&#39;m tired. Let&#39;s go now&#39;.We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. &lt;p&gt;I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.&#39;How much do I owe you?&#39; She asked, reaching into her purse. &#39;Nothing,&#39; I said. &#39;You have to make a living,&#39; she answered. &#39;There are other passengers,&#39; I responded. &lt;p&gt;Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. &#39;You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,&#39; she said. &#39;Thank you.&#39; I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light... Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life... &lt;p&gt;I didn&#39;t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? &lt;p&gt;On a quick review, I don&#39;t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We&#39;re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But,&quot;&lt;strong&gt; Great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL&lt;/strong&gt;. &quot;You won&#39;t get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on and reminding us that often it is the &quot;&lt;strong&gt;random acts of kindness&lt;/strong&gt; &quot;that most benefit all of us. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember: &quot;Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/07/cab-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-7750217675284787041</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-23T12:29:55.136-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80&#39;s arrived to get stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor&#39;s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer&#39;s Disease. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, and asked him, &#39;And you still go every morning, even though she doesn&#39;t know who you are?&#39; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as he patted my hand and said, &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;She doesn&#39;t know me, but &lt;strong&gt;I still know who she is&lt;/strong&gt;.&#39; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;That is the kind of love I want in my life. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;The happiest people don&#39;t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We are all getting Older. Tomorrow may be our turn. Enjoy life now-it has an expiration date!&quot; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&#39;Life isn&#39;t about how to survive the storm, But how to dance in the rain.&#39;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain-it-was-busy-morning-about-830-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-2918579788235438632</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-15T11:00:09.693-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">buckle up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">UK Public Service Announcement</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wear your seat belt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">www.EmbraceThis.co.uk</category><title>Buckle Up for those you love</title><description>Please .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of those who love you &amp;amp; who you love.....Please buckle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new &quot;wear your seatbelt&quot; ad the UK is doing - started by some fellow, not hired to do it, but because the cause is important to him, he came up with this idea, and now it&#39;s being hailed across the world as a &#39;beautiful&#39; commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.embracethis.co.uk/&quot;&gt;http://www.embracethis.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on to those you love.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Blumenthal, The Present Pro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.initialoutfitters.net/ThePresentPro&quot;&gt;http://www.InitialOutfitters.net/ThePresentPro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.personalizedpresentsplus.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.personalizedpresentsplus.com/&lt;/a&gt;</description><enclosure type='' url='http://www.initialoutfitters.net/ThePresentPro' length='0'/><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/05/buckle-up-for-those-you-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-6301736717101716971</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 15:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-06T11:14:23.962-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mother&#39;s Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother&#39;s love</category><title>A MOTHER&#39;S LOVE...</title><description>Before you were conceived, I wanted you. &lt;p&gt;Before you were born, I loved you. &lt;p&gt;When you were born, I saw you and knew I was in love. &lt;p&gt;Before you were an hour old, I knew I would die for you. To this day and always, I will. &lt;p&gt;With Mother&#39;s Day approaching, send this to other Moms if you have children you love more than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-3475064634236809710</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-30T17:07:00.498-04:00</atom:updated><title>If I Had My Life To Live Over</title><description>IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck (written after she found out she was dying from cancer) &lt;p&gt;I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren&#39;t there for the day. &lt;p&gt;I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. &lt;p&gt;I would have talked less and listened more. &lt;p&gt;I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. &lt;p&gt;I would have eaten the popcorn in the &#39;good&#39; living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. &lt;p&gt;I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. &lt;p&gt;I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. &lt;p&gt;I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. &lt;p&gt;I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains. &lt;p&gt;I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. &lt;p&gt;I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn&#39;t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. &lt;p&gt;Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I&#39;d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. &lt;p&gt;When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, &#39;Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.&#39; &lt;p&gt;There would have been more &#39;I love you&#39;s&#39; More &#39;I&#39;m sorry&#39;s.&#39; But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute.look at it and really see it . live it and never give it back. &lt;p&gt;STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!! Don&#39;t worry about who doesn&#39;t like you, who has more, or who&#39;s doing what Instead, let&#39;s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us. &lt;p&gt;CARPE DIEM- &quot;Sieze the Day&quot; ! You don&#39;t know what lies ahead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-had-my-life-to-live-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-3458107191937550113</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-23T13:25:00.046-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bank Account of Memories</title><description>This is AWESOME....something we should all remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each&lt;br /&gt;morning by eight o &#39; clock, shaved perfectly with his hair fashionably&lt;br /&gt;combed and even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After&lt;br /&gt;many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual of his tiny&lt;br /&gt;room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;I love it,&#39; he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just&lt;br /&gt;been presented with a new puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stein, you haven&#39;t seen the room; &#39; Just wait. &#39; That doesn’t &#39; have&lt;br /&gt;anything to do with it,&#39; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room&lt;br /&gt;or not doesn&#39;t depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it&#39;s how I&lt;br /&gt;arrange my mind. I already decided to love it… &#39;It&#39;s a decision I make&lt;br /&gt;every morning when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a choice;&lt;br /&gt;I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts&lt;br /&gt;of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the&lt;br /&gt;ones that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I&#39;ll focus on the new day&lt;br /&gt;and all the happy memories I&#39;ve stored away. Just for this time in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you&#39;ve put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank&lt;br /&gt;account of memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your part in filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred.&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries.&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, unless you already have other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Everyone needs wishes and dreams, because the bridge you build between them and reality is your life.&quot;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/04/bank-account-of-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-3649002574802774405</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T11:22:41.894-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a woman&#39;s beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">what makes a woman beautiful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman&#39;s qualities</category><title>Woman... You are beautiful !!!</title><description>WOMAN… YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL !!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me weak?  - My fears&lt;br /&gt;What makes me whole? – My religion&lt;br /&gt;What keeps me standing? – My faith&lt;br /&gt;What makes me compassionate? – My selflessness&lt;br /&gt;What makes me honest? – My integrity&lt;br /&gt;What sustains my mind? – My quest for knowledge&lt;br /&gt;What teaches me all lessons? – My mistakes&lt;br /&gt;What lifts my head high? – My pride, not arrogance&lt;br /&gt;What if I can’t go on? – That’s not an option !&lt;br /&gt;What makes me victorious? – My courage to climb&lt;br /&gt;What makes me competent? – My confidence&lt;br /&gt;What makes me sensual? – My insatiable essence&lt;br /&gt;What makes me beautiful? – My everything&lt;br /&gt;What makes me a woman? – My heart&lt;br /&gt;Who says I need love? – I do&lt;br /&gt;What empowers me? – My spirit&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? A strong, proud woman !&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Worrying does not empty tomorrow of its trouble….&lt;br /&gt;    It empties today of it’s strength.”</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/04/woman-you-are-beautiful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-8606957815068541012</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T14:01:33.249-04:00</atom:updated><title>Humor about the price of gas.....</title><description>Just some humor to make the &quot;present&quot; more pleasant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: price of gas humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLmTxYqfy2YDWHTE2oXHVMeYkaVvz2BNy0WxpxcxMTvklX8irQTxMZJlYAKwC2ZRfB0T4c8-BIOQm2LxTABNGCORf_V9RVrDrc4Y7bgvyvVV0yx5_Doat8fJq2HYXPGfAozGGxE5a3t4/s1600/louvre+in+paris.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458192511545563618&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLmTxYqfy2YDWHTE2oXHVMeYkaVvz2BNy0WxpxcxMTvklX8irQTxMZJlYAKwC2ZRfB0T4c8-BIOQm2LxTABNGCORf_V9RVrDrc4Y7bgvyvVV0yx5_Doat8fJq2HYXPGfAozGGxE5a3t4/s320/louvre+in+paris.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After careful planning, he got past security,stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error,he replied, &#39;Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the paintings.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA33Ka2IjXXYl4wKsieVH1a6n1aWcuJVzmZ4qTjnpjojMiOT009M-9CW1OyWj7PsLgDN38mMRSBrTO_yrnz-g2z0I50DYeW-NL9v9HpzfPaZ4bqR6Sg057Ou14BNemfgqh9qc3wtfQ0Aw/s1600/monet.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194382702382882&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA33Ka2IjXXYl4wKsieVH1a6n1aWcuJVzmZ4qTjnpjojMiOT009M-9CW1OyWj7PsLgDN38mMRSBrTO_yrnz-g2z0I50DYeW-NL9v9HpzfPaZ4bqR6Sg057Ou14BNemfgqh9qc3wtfQ0Aw/s320/monet.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no Monet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzzbeRBArHXQi0zpoyPKdcHN-XEwAZEiqwF4SpIRjWALXTd3mIFbPmMu8umLSGRv2a9V4uXF26bSISFbpYBKU4sTobRkjwuBf993A7DNiRxBCBJ_VOstYVEl9P7Y5yMjTKUFAdXDuj1A/s1600/degas.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458194834660147282&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzzbeRBArHXQi0zpoyPKdcHN-XEwAZEiqwF4SpIRjWALXTd3mIFbPmMu8umLSGRv2a9V4uXF26bSISFbpYBKU4sTobRkjwuBf993A7DNiRxBCBJ_VOstYVEl9P7Y5yMjTKUFAdXDuj1A/s320/degas.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to buy Degas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7phBnsBOLvbYHnFB8ig1bwThWHqJhdc4C-6TTcYWr_uJw1YuAQDiVadsPKfBwVGU_YijEXsgSKN5zZ9bVXsBbujetP3G-lfiGx3HEmoBp1wOn-hRYtiCvbO9cVgk4LrlK298Jl2OdsE/s1600/van+gogh.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458195429427936210&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7phBnsBOLvbYHnFB8ig1bwThWHqJhdc4C-6TTcYWr_uJw1YuAQDiVadsPKfBwVGU_YijEXsgSKN5zZ9bVXsBbujetP3G-lfiGx3HEmoBp1wOn-hRYtiCvbO9cVgk4LrlK298Jl2OdsE/s320/van+gogh.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make the Van Gogh.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWI1IDg47bswJlmi656rYjmW4wMfLV2gXd8sI6oxuzDLpTIDFHCVmsgBoSZPs4esrWc6xl9YovoF9Vmo8ARsqR8MPmA1ZJ97XfqsR1TtFzm0CX-pYP6eyJksh5Dk8MiN8yORFBTt6a3A/s1600/De+Gaulle.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458195837578343058&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWI1IDg47bswJlmi656rYjmW4wMfLV2gXd8sI6oxuzDLpTIDFHCVmsgBoSZPs4esrWc6xl9YovoF9Vmo8ARsqR8MPmA1ZJ97XfqsR1TtFzm0CX-pYP6eyJksh5Dk8MiN8yORFBTt6a3A/s320/De+Gaulle.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have De Gaulle to send this on to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgnafY4PCCteP6taBMUwKkVaFgy6JymBYi4cli0ftwkbvmF3e4HqS-vQMguH_gebZSEns_UuN5Pr8ZelnL8K6HbmQz1zXf4kxsmSzODd9gYNKseWG6qnnggiijkpxOgcDdScKiNpuk6Y/s1600/Toulouse.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458196274117210722&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgnafY4PCCteP6taBMUwKkVaFgy6JymBYi4cli0ftwkbvmF3e4HqS-vQMguH_gebZSEns_UuN5Pr8ZelnL8K6HbmQz1zXf4kxsmSzODd9gYNKseWG6qnnggiijkpxOgcDdScKiNpuk6Y/s320/Toulouse.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sent to me because someone figured they had nothing Toulouse .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the price of gas one must maintain his sense of humor these days, even though it is difficult at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Check out : &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.personalizedpresentsplus.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.personalizedpresentsplus.com/&lt;/a&gt; for great &quot;REASONABLE&quot; PERSONALIZED GIFTS for all ages &amp;amp; occasions.</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/04/humor-about-price-of-gas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLmTxYqfy2YDWHTE2oXHVMeYkaVvz2BNy0WxpxcxMTvklX8irQTxMZJlYAKwC2ZRfB0T4c8-BIOQm2LxTABNGCORf_V9RVrDrc4Y7bgvyvVV0yx5_Doat8fJq2HYXPGfAozGGxE5a3t4/s72-c/louvre+in+paris.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-5114815649352501995</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-18T12:43:16.911-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">too busy for a friend</category><title>Too Busy For A Friend</title><description>Too Busy for a Friend.... One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.&lt;br /&gt;
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. &#39;Really?&#39; she heard whispered. &#39;I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!&#39; and, &#39;I didn&#39;t know others liked me so much,&#39; were most of the comments. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn&#39;t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.. That group of students moved on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, one of the students was killed in VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. &#39;Were you Mark&#39;s math teacher?&#39; he asked. She nodded: &#39;yes.&#39; Then he said: &#39;Mark talked about you a lot.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral, most of Mark&#39;s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark&#39;s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&#39;We want to show you something,&#39; his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket &#39;They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark&#39;s classmates had said about him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for doing that,&#39; Mark&#39;s mother said. &#39;As you can see, Mark treasured it.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;All of Mark&#39;s former classmates started to gather around.. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, &#39;I still have my list. It&#39;s in the top drawer of my desk at home.&#39; Chuck&#39;s wife said, &#39;Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;I have mine too,&#39; Marilyn said. &#39;It&#39;s in my diary&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. &#39;I carry this with me at all times,&#39; Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: &#39;I think we all saved our lists&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don&#39;t know when that one day will be. &lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-busy-for-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-423720400299058194</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-08T09:02:14.560-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Seth Godin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">you rock</category><title>You Rock !!!</title><description>I read many blogs. One of my favorites is Seth Godin&#39;s Blog. The following is his blog for March 8, 2010. Although it&#39;s written for business, I think it has a message for life ! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.feedblitz.com/t2.asp?/198516/21367789/3606550/http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/typepad/sethsmainblog/~3/Ye3fk0meGaw/you-rock.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;You rock &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is deceptive.&lt;br /&gt;You don&#39;t rock all the time. No one does. No one is a rock star, superstar, world-changing artist all the time. In fact, it&#39;s a self-defeating goal. You can&#39;t do it.&lt;br /&gt;No, but you might rock five minutes a day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes to write a blog post that changes everything, or five minutes to deliver an act of generosity that changes someone. Five minutes to invent a great new feature, or five minutes to teach a groundbreaking skill in a way that no one ever thought of before. Five minutes to tell the truth (or hear the truth). &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes a day you might do exceptional work, remarkable work, work that matters. Five minutes a day you might defeat the lizard brain long enough to stand up and make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;And five minutes of rocking would be enough, because it would be five minutes more than just about anyone else.&quot;-Seth Godin &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the ability to &quot;ROCK&quot;. Recognize it &amp;amp; appreciate it!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-rock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-7880856946481869319</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T19:31:10.455-05:00</atom:updated><title>How to live &amp; stay young</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8uaVjU-bsRimc0eBEZrh9cH8TgRaSuoaNuEt3cmKs-prMWZ-kpBCvaEvJW_Ehfzr6n9Q5OLToA-TE82sc-20zob1nM04YACNVC3odDZTpn6aPh7eawhXwNaJiPox3Rz0RPbBThgWclY/s1600-h/stay+young.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8uaVjU-bsRimc0eBEZrh9cH8TgRaSuoaNuEt3cmKs-prMWZ-kpBCvaEvJW_Ehfzr6n9Q5OLToA-TE82sc-20zob1nM04YACNVC3odDZTpn6aPh7eawhXwNaJiPox3Rz0RPbBThgWclY/s320/stay+young.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411171427526143426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson on how to LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;HOW TO STAY YOUNG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay &#39;them&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. &#39;An idle mind is the devil&#39;s workshop.&#39; And the devil&#39;s name is Alzheimer&#39;s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it&#39;s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don&#39;t take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them , at every opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER : &lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but  by the moments that take our breath away.</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-live-stay-young.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY8uaVjU-bsRimc0eBEZrh9cH8TgRaSuoaNuEt3cmKs-prMWZ-kpBCvaEvJW_Ehfzr6n9Q5OLToA-TE82sc-20zob1nM04YACNVC3odDZTpn6aPh7eawhXwNaJiPox3Rz0RPbBThgWclY/s72-c/stay+young.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-2657390240867500380</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-29T19:17:59.835-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The 3/50 Project</category><title>THANK YOUR LOCAL BUSINESSES by SHOPPING LOCALLY !!!</title><description>As a member of the 3/50 Project,&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.the350project.net/home.html&quot;&gt;http://www.the350project.net/home.html&lt;/a&gt; ,&quot;Shop Local&quot; program, I was privileged to receive the following article by founder Cinda Baxter... It tells you what independent brick &amp;amp; mortar stores represent to their loyal customers.... &lt;p&gt;&quot;It&#39;s 3/50 Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Forget all that big box mumbo jumbo the day after Thanksgiving (who really likes being in those crowds, anyway?). This year, I say we rename the day that follows turkey and mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we call it 3/50 Friday, in celebration of The 3/50 Project. It will be the day we each vow to stop into at least one independent, locally owned brick and mortar to say thanks….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for smiling and greeting me by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for remembering that I love peonies and detest carnations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for asking how my mother is doing, then being sincerely happy when I say she’s well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for restocking my favorite candle even though it’s that crazy lime green color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me locate the perfect gift for the boss I barely know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for laughing when I need a lift and for listening when I need to let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for noticing when I’ve changed my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for not noticing when I dashed over in wrinkled sweats for a last minute present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for donating to my kids’ fundraiser, and thanks for putting their poster in your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for rushing my order, and thanks for not guilt tripping me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for staying an extra fifteen minutes the day I got stuck in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that extra cup of coffee, then saying it’s on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for carrying the financial burdens you do, all to provide a place for me to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being one of the little guys, responsible for such a big chunk of what makes our community tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being here for me. For us. For everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please spread the word; the locally owned independents need us.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to &quot;thank&quot; your local businesses in person &amp;amp; with support of their businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to SHARE YOUR EXPERIENCES below in the comment section :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Blumenthal, The Present Pro&lt;br /&gt;Initially You Too-Personalized Gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.names2u.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.Names2U.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-your-local-businesses-by-shopping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-3161330554308105632</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T08:12:00.311-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grandma</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grandpa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The &quot;present&quot; of becoming a grandparent</category><title>The &quot;Present&quot; of becoming a Grandparent</title><description>The &quot;Present&quot; of becoming a Grandparent... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting. &lt;p&gt;What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars&#39; worth of pleasure. ~Gene Perret &lt;p&gt;Grandmothers are just &#39;antique&#39; little girls. &lt;p&gt;Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild. ~ Welsh Proverb &lt;p&gt;A grandmother is a babysitter who watches the kids instead of the television.. &lt;p&gt;Never have children, only grandchildren. ~Gore Vidal &lt;p&gt;Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you&#39;re just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric. ~Pam Brown &lt;p&gt;Grandchildren don&#39;t stay young forever, which is good because Grandfathers have only so many horsy rides in them. ~Gene Perret &lt;p&gt;When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window. ~Ogden Nash &lt;p&gt;Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just you all day and now the day was complete. ~ Marcy DeMaree &lt;p&gt;Grandmas never run out of hugs or cookies. &lt;p&gt;Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our hearts forever. &lt;p&gt;If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I&#39;d have had them first. ~Lois Wyse &lt;p&gt;My grandkids believe I&#39;m the oldest thing in the world. And after two or three hours with them, I believe it, too. ~Gene Perret &lt;p&gt;If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice, I should advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is no fun for old people like it! ~Hannah Whithall Smith &lt;p&gt;It&#39;s such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother - that&#39;s why the world calls her grandmother. &lt;p&gt;Grandchildren are God&#39;s way of compensating us for growing old. ~Mary H. Waldrip &lt;p&gt;You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother. ~Proverb &lt;p&gt;An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again. Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly. ~Gene Perret &lt;p&gt;The best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby&#39;s grandparents. You feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida . ~Dave Barry &lt;p&gt;I wish I had the energy that my grandchildren have - if only for self-defense. ~Gene Perret &lt;p&gt;Grandmother-grandchild relationships are simple. Grandmas are short on criticism and long on love. &lt;p&gt;Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children. ~Alex Haley &lt;p&gt;Grandmother - a wonderful mother with lots of practice. &lt;p&gt;A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside. &lt;p&gt;One of the most powerful handclasps is that of a new grandbaby around the finger of a grandfather. ~Joy Hargrove &lt;p&gt;It&#39;s amazing how grandparents seem so young once you become one. &lt;p&gt;If your baby is &#39;beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses, sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the time,&#39; you&#39;re the grandma. ~Teresa Bloomingdale &lt;p&gt;Grandparents are similar to a piece of string - handy to have around and easily wrapped around the fingers of their grandchildren &lt;p&gt;What is it about grandparents that is so lovely? I&#39;d like to say that grandparents are God&#39;s gifts to children. And if they can but see, hear and feel what these people have to give, they can mature at a fast rate. ~Bill Cosby &lt;p&gt;Grandchildren don&#39;t make a man feel old; it&#39;s the knowledge that he&#39;s married to a grandmother. ~G. Norman Collie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-of-becoming-grandparent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5503582553420789913.post-7502534055648169167</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T09:03:32.252-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">&quot;Don&#39;t quit. Keep playing.&quot;</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paderewski</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the concert</category><title>The Concert</title><description>The Concert&lt;p&gt;When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, a mother returned to her seat and discovered that her child was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.&lt;p&gt;At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy&#39;s ear, &quot;Don&#39;t quit. Keep playing.&quot; &lt;p&gt;Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato.  Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience.  &lt;p&gt;The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn&#39;t recall what else the great master played.... only the classic,&quot; Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.&quot;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps that&#39;s the way it is with God... What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren&#39;t always graceful flowing music.  However, with the hand of the Master, our life&#39;s work can truly be beautiful. &lt;p&gt;The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the  Master, whispering in your ear, &quot;Don&#39;t quit.&quot; &quot;Keep playing.&quot; &lt;p&gt;May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you remember, God doesn&#39;t seem to call the equipped, rather, He equips  the &#39;called.&#39;&lt;p&gt;Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than by the things you acquire. So touch someone by passing this little message along.  May God bless you and be with you always and remember... &quot;Don&#39;t quit.&quot; &quot;Keep playing.&quot;</description><link>http://experiencethepresent.blogspot.com/2009/10/concert.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Present Pro)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>