<?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-6602957442598597935</id><updated>2026-05-24T00:52:14.550-07:00</updated><category term="Christian book"/><category term="Emily P. Freeman"/><category term="George Washington Carver"/><category term="God answers prayers"/><category term="God cares"/><category term="God hears"/><category term="God stories"/><category term="answered prayers"/><category term="easy yoke"/><category term="homeschool"/><category term="missing people"/><category term="nester"/><category term="peanut butter"/><category term="rest"/><category term="serving God"/><title type='text'>M.a.D. Merriment</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to M(other) a(nd) D(aughter) Merriment!  This blog has under gone a makeover!  I am sharing stories instead of projects.  Take a break and treat yourself to one!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602957442598597935/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweetpeas and Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15669217003238348482</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602957442598597935.post-5099440439228770321</id><published>2017-01-26T22:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2017-01-26T22:26:32.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing person: Darrell Russell-Beutler</title><content type='html'>For months now, Darrell Russell-Beutler has been missing from his home in Littleton, CO. &amp;nbsp;As you can imagine, his family is concerned about his well-being. &amp;nbsp;Please keep an eye out for Darrell. &amp;nbsp;He may be using the last name Stubblefield, Russell or Beutler. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 30pt; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Darrell Russell-Beutler was last seen Thursday June 23rd, 2016. &amp;nbsp;He is 16 years old, 5&#39;7&quot;, 110 lbs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;I love what Mike Tyson reportedly said, something, like &#39;Everyone&#39;s got a plan until they get punched in the face.&#39; &amp;nbsp;That&#39;s just what it felt like for me.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think most of us have felt that proverbial punch in the face during our lifetime. &amp;nbsp;As citizens of this world, we all experience some kind of loss, rejection, failure, disappointment and brokenness. &amp;nbsp; Most of us could use some encouragement and wisdom while moving through those difficult times. &amp;nbsp;Tim Tebow&#39;s&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Shaken &lt;/i&gt;is offering it. &amp;nbsp;He very honestly relates his own life&#39;s low points all the while presenting a way to deal with difficult circumstances in a confident and grounded way. &amp;nbsp;His book reminded me of whose I was and to keep fighting for dreams and hopes that I had given up on. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Shaken &lt;/i&gt;is a bottle of spiritual Gatorade!&lt;/div&gt;
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The most unusual thing I did on my summer vacation was be an extra in a movie. &amp;nbsp;My friend Lisa is my daughter&#39;s former drama teacher. &amp;nbsp;She invited me and my daughter to be extras in a movie that her friend was directing. &amp;nbsp;We&lt;i&gt; love&lt;/i&gt; watching extras in the background of TV shows and movies. &amp;nbsp;Our favorite extras to watch are in Gilmore Girls. &amp;nbsp;Try watching them sometime, it is very entertaining! &amp;nbsp;Being weird extra watchers, we were thrilled to have the opportunity to be extras ourselves! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In preparation, I read acting websites that gave do&#39;s and don&#39;t&#39;s for extras. &amp;nbsp;Pretty much an extra&#39;s job is to be a prop and not bother the real actors. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes extras get to do a little reacting to the main scene. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had to bring extra clothes in case we needed to film different days during that one day of shooting. &amp;nbsp;During that week of shooting, we each got to be in two scenes. &amp;nbsp;My daughter got to sit in a restaurant setting with her teacher while the main character was arrested. &amp;nbsp;It took several hours for that scene to be filmed and they did get to react to the drama taking place. &amp;nbsp;We, along with my son, got to be in a crowd scene during a very emotional scene between the main characters. &amp;nbsp;We were in the front row right by the action. &amp;nbsp;The actors were so convincing that I literally got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes on the first take. &amp;nbsp;Amazingly, the actors were able to emote like that over and over for hours. &amp;nbsp;I, on the other hand, wasn&#39;t that amazing. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping that the camera wasn&#39;t really on me! &amp;nbsp;It was outdoors and I was hot and my feet hurt. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know how they were able to keep it so fresh and real. &amp;nbsp;Lisa and I, along with two of her family members, were also customers in a liquor store scene. &amp;nbsp;We had to react to the main character and clerk having a very tense exchange. &amp;nbsp;Because it was an escalated situation, it wasn&#39;t too difficult to react/act...or at least I think I was acting. &amp;nbsp;I hope it wasn&#39;t all in my head and I wasn&#39;t just standing there not doing anything! &amp;nbsp;I have no idea what I looked like but thankfully, this movie isn&#39;t about me. &amp;nbsp;Either way, I had a great time and can see why some people love acting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The movie is called 2nd Greatest and is based on real people and events. &amp;nbsp;You can see the real life people that inspired the movie in the trailer at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://vimeo.com/119167583&quot;&gt;https://vimeo.com/119167583&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I believe it is coming out in December 2015. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So as illogical as it appeared that night, I just knew I needed to go to Walmart. &amp;nbsp;So I went and I bought some school supplies that were in the &quot;back to school&quot; sale. &amp;nbsp;On my way out, I stopped in front of the Missing Person Board that was in the entryway of the store. &amp;nbsp;I had a habit of silently praying for the missing people in the photos. &amp;nbsp;As usual, I prayed for them but then followed it by the thought, &quot;I don&#39;t know why I bother. &amp;nbsp;No one ever gets found.&quot; &amp;nbsp;From there, I walked out into the parking lot. &amp;nbsp;While I was inside, the sun had gone down and it was now night. &amp;nbsp;I loaded my bags in my van and went on my way. &lt;br /&gt;
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The ramp onto the highway that would take me home was newly constructed. &amp;nbsp;There were no light poles erected yet leaving my van&#39;s headlights to illuminate the road. &amp;nbsp;Half way along this very long on ramp, I noticed something on the right side of the road. &amp;nbsp;For a moment I thought it was a body. &amp;nbsp;No, I thought, I am sure my mind was just making shapes out of trash on the side of the road. &amp;nbsp;As I got closer and my headlights could fully light the object, I saw that, yes, it was indeed a body. &amp;nbsp;My mind was not playing tricks on me! &amp;nbsp;I pulled over quickly and left my lights aimed on the person crumpled on the shoulder. &amp;nbsp;I immediately called 911. &amp;nbsp;The operator told me she would send someone but that I could leave the scene. &amp;nbsp;I was appalled. I told her that I didn&#39;t think that was right and that I was staying. &amp;nbsp;It was dark! &amp;nbsp;What if someone ran over the person? &amp;nbsp;What if the police never came? &amp;nbsp;The operator said she would send someone and hung up with me. &amp;nbsp;It was pitch dark, on a highway ramp and I didn&#39;t know if the person was dead or injured. &amp;nbsp;Maybe they were just faking and waiting for an innocent victim?! &amp;nbsp;So I sat tight with my headlights shining on them so as to alert other cars if they were to come by. &lt;br /&gt;
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After a few minutes, the body sat up. &amp;nbsp;The person was alive! &amp;nbsp;He move over to the guard rail and sat down on it. &amp;nbsp;Then he flipped over it backwards and disappeared down into the ditch below! &amp;nbsp;I was justified in my decision to stay. &amp;nbsp;No one would have know where he was at all now except for me. &amp;nbsp;I was anxious for the police to come. &amp;nbsp;After a few more minutes, the man climbed up out of the ditch and somehow over the guard rail. &amp;nbsp;He staggered in the direction of my van. &amp;nbsp;He was walking unevenly into my headlights. I knew he couldn&#39;t see who or what he was walking towards. &amp;nbsp;Even so, &amp;nbsp;I was afraid to deal with him on my own. &amp;nbsp;I slowly backed away as he got closer. &amp;nbsp;I think he realized he wasn&#39;t closing the gap and just decided to have a seat on the ground. &amp;nbsp;Whew!&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few more seemingly long minutes, a police car pulled up behind me. &amp;nbsp;Both officers stopped to talk to me through my window. &amp;nbsp;I quickly explained what happened. &amp;nbsp;One stayed with me while the other walked ahead to talk to the man. &amp;nbsp;We watched him talk to him as stayed seated on the ground. &amp;nbsp;It didn&#39;t take long for him to come back to tell his partner, &quot;He is the man missing from&lt;u&gt; (name withheld)&lt;/u&gt;.&quot; &amp;nbsp;The officers offered me no explination. &amp;nbsp;They thanked me for helping and immediately drove their car up to the man and helped him inside. &amp;nbsp;Just like that, he was gone and I was free to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was charged up with adrenaline and slow to process what had happened. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t recognize the name of the place from which they said the man was missing. &amp;nbsp;It slowly dawned on me as I drove the 13 miles home that someone missing had been found. &amp;nbsp;God had heard my prayers and my cynical comment. &amp;nbsp;I was wrong that no one was ever found. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I had witnessed someone being found! &amp;nbsp;I even got to help! &amp;nbsp;God had heard my prayers and they mattered. &amp;nbsp;Praying was not a waste of time. &amp;nbsp;Missing people matter to Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Later I looked up the name of the place that the officer had mentioned. &amp;nbsp;It was a nursing and assisted living home. &amp;nbsp;I am so glad he was found.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my kids were younger, I &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; had a plan for the day. &amp;nbsp;Usually it involved a down to the minute schedule of regular bookwork and detailed unit studies with hands on projects and thematic books. &amp;nbsp;One day, I woke up and had nothing planned. &amp;nbsp;Nothing. &amp;nbsp;This was very unusual. &amp;nbsp;I laid&amp;nbsp;in my bed and looked up at the ceiling. &amp;nbsp;Nothing! &amp;nbsp;So I prayed, &quot;God, show me what you want me to do today.&quot; &amp;nbsp;Then I got out of bed in a very bad mood and got ready for the day. &amp;nbsp;I made breakfast in my very bad mood. &amp;nbsp;I was not happy with myself. &amp;nbsp;My then tiny daughter asked if we could make homemade peanut butter. &amp;nbsp;We had bought the ingredients a few days before but I just hadn&#39;t wanted to make it. &amp;nbsp;No reason why. &amp;nbsp;Now today I was grumpy. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t have a plan for the day. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t like it. &amp;nbsp;She begged to make homemade peanut butter just as she had done the two previous days. &amp;nbsp;I grumpily said fine. &amp;nbsp;I grumpily made peanut butter. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty easy to do and the kids enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I decided to roll with the peanut butter theme. &amp;nbsp;I printed out simple diagrams of peanut plant parts to label. &amp;nbsp;We found online biographies of George Washington Carver and learned all about his life. &amp;nbsp;He had found over 300 uses for the tiny peanut. &amp;nbsp;His research turned around the economy of an entire state. One topic kept leading to another. &amp;nbsp;By the end of the day, we had had an amazing learning experience. &amp;nbsp;We covered history and botany and science!&lt;br /&gt;
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Towards the end of the afternoon, I was so interested that I continued to research George Washington Carver just for myself. &amp;nbsp;I came to site which explained his faith and that each day he got up very early in the morning and prayed. &amp;nbsp; During that time, every day, &amp;nbsp;Mr. Carver asked God, &quot;What am I to do today?&quot; &amp;nbsp;I was stunned. &amp;nbsp;That was exactly what I had prayed that very morning. &amp;nbsp;We had an incredible day together. &amp;nbsp;What if I could do this for life?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/feeds/120661790309953537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-peanut-butter-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602957442598597935/posts/default/120661790309953537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602957442598597935/posts/default/120661790309953537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-peanut-butter-story.html' title='The Peanut Butter Story'/><author><name>Sweetpeas and Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15669217003238348482</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-6602957442598597935.post-7346399362439745822</id><published>2015-07-28T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-08-02T22:17:40.410-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="easy yoke"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Emily P. Freeman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nester"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rest"/><title type='text'>Simply Tuesday by Emily P. Freeman Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily Freeman&#39;s book&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Simply Tuesday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;is an invitation to live in Matthew 11:28-30. &amp;nbsp;She gently leads her reader through the process of recognizing some of our common burdens and relationship barriers and ridding them from our lives. &amp;nbsp;Her honesty and venerability make this a safe experience that offers relief and hope and rest. &amp;nbsp;There are so many nuggets of wisdom in each chapter that I am still contemplating the content. &amp;nbsp;I believe it will be a book that I return to every so often so as to remind myself or learn to a greater degree how to live in the small, the simple and the easy yoke. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was fortunate to receive an advanced reader copy to preview. &amp;nbsp;The book is available for pre&amp;nbsp;order at a discounted price at the time I am writing this. &amp;nbsp;Distribution starts August 15, 2015. &amp;nbsp;Here is the link to Amazon if you are interested:&amp;nbsp;http://www.amazon.com/Simply-Tuesday-Small-Moment-Living-Fast-Moving/dp/0800722450 &amp;nbsp;I highly recommend you read this and that you do it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those seeds reared their little ugly heads about 5 years later. &amp;nbsp;We now had two beautiful unscrapbooked children and were setting off for a two year adventure of travel as a family. &amp;nbsp;My husband asked hopefully if I would make &quot;one of those scrapbooks&quot; of the places we would go. &amp;nbsp;I thought to myself, &quot;Gosh, even my husband wants me to make one of those things. They must really be important.&quot; &amp;nbsp;So I decided to do it but as cheaply as possible. &amp;nbsp;I found a scrapbooking store that wasn&#39;t Creative Memories brand but sold similar products at a lower price. &amp;nbsp;During nap, I spread out all of the photos from our trip so far, cut them up into fancy shapes with fancy edges. &amp;nbsp;I agonized over the layouts, glued them down and added meaningful journal entries. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t mind doing it because obviously it was the long over due right thing to do and my husband wanted it. &amp;nbsp;I was finally a good mother. &amp;nbsp;It was a labor of love. When my husband came home from work, he looked at me sitting in the middle of a giant mess and asked what I was doing. &amp;nbsp;&quot;I am scrapbooking. &amp;nbsp;Like you asked, remember?&quot; &amp;nbsp;Apparently he hadn&#39;t gotten the memo 5 years ago either and had no idea what I was talking about. &amp;nbsp;I said, &quot;You asked me to do this so I am.&quot; &amp;nbsp;He answered, &quot;I just wanted you to put the photos in one of those books with pockets.&quot; &amp;nbsp;It was a classic miscommunication. &amp;nbsp;To my husband, a scrapbook meant a photo album. &amp;nbsp;To me, a scrapbook meant the thing that I hadn&#39;t been making like all for the good moms and wives. &amp;nbsp;Since I did have all of the supplies, I went ahead and filled about half of an album with pages from our travels. &lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward to twelve years later. &amp;nbsp;We now have three beautiful unscrapbooked children and a box full of photos, beautiful papers, scissors, stickers, empty album pages and stencils. &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t even imagine trying to &quot;catch up&quot;. &amp;nbsp;I googled &quot;how to catch up on scrapbooking&quot; and &quot;what to do when you quit scrapbooking&quot;. &amp;nbsp; Apparently quiting completely is not an option. &amp;nbsp;There are ways to catch up and restart but nothing out there for quitters like me. &amp;nbsp;So for those of you who want it, here is your &quot;Get out of Scrapbook Jail Free&quot;card. &amp;nbsp;It is okay to quit. &amp;nbsp;You aren&#39;t a bad person or mother. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Step 1. &amp;nbsp;Get rid of your supplies. &amp;nbsp;Give them to&amp;nbsp;your kids to make cards or whatever they want or sell them at a garage sale or donate them to a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
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Step 2. &amp;nbsp;Go out and buy a decorative box, folder, regular photo album or whatever you choose to hold the photos. &amp;nbsp;The dollar stores have lots of inexpensive options. &amp;nbsp;Load up your containers. &amp;nbsp;If you have the energy, you could write any special memories or info on the back of the photos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Step 3. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy your new found light-heartedness. &amp;nbsp;You are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;*Special note to scrapbookers!&lt;/b&gt; If you are one of those awesome moms that kept at it and made gorgeous albums for your families then please high five yourself. &amp;nbsp;I have seen some beautiful books filled with memories and admire you for doing it. &amp;nbsp;This article was not for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;*Special note to new parents!&lt;/b&gt; If you are new mother or mother-to-be, please go buy a Baby&#39;s First Year sticker calendar at Hallmark. &amp;nbsp;It is a calendar that comes with stickers such as &quot;first tooth&quot;, &quot;special visitor&quot; blah blah blah. &amp;nbsp;Some have a spot for the height and weight each month too. &amp;nbsp;Hang it somewhere like by the changing table and keep a pen handy. &amp;nbsp;You can jam on a sticker and add any comments in seconds. &amp;nbsp;It is way easier than a baby book and definitely easier than scrapbooking. &amp;nbsp;I used this for all three kids and had a great record of their sleeping patterns, doctor visits as well as all of the fun stuff. &amp;nbsp;They make great reference tools for doctor&#39;s questions about health too. &amp;nbsp;You are also welcome.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/feeds/2883399565927292767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/2015/06/how-to-quit-scrapbooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602957442598597935/posts/default/2883399565927292767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602957442598597935/posts/default/2883399565927292767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmerriment.blogspot.com/2015/06/how-to-quit-scrapbooking.html' title='How to Quit Scrapbooking '/><author><name>Sweetpeas and Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15669217003238348482</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-6602957442598597935.post-9221905459311658706</id><published>2015-06-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-06-17T21:45:38.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin Again</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, I decided to remove all of my old posts. &amp;nbsp;While I only had 3 official followers, I found a couple of my projects on Pinterest and had a slow but steady number of views. &amp;nbsp;This was fine with me as I am just a pretend blogger. &amp;nbsp;I just felt like having privacy and wanted to take a break. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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