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/><category term="childhoodmemories" /><category term="the threemuseteers and Barbie" /><category term="random friday" /><category term="Monday Morning" /><category term="Charleston" /><category term="smalltalksix" /><category term="toothaches" /><category term="squirrels" /><category term="Barb" /><category term="Chocolate" /><category term="christianity" /><category term="children" /><category term="Ashley" /><category term="teachers" /><category term="stress" /><category term="Wednesdays" /><category term="chirldren" /><category term="patrotic" /><category term="momdot" /><category term="haircut" /><category term="Saturday" /><category term="prepositions" /><category term="childhood friends" /><category term="communication" /><category term="condolances" /><category term="imaginary friends" /><category term="Valentines" /><category term="falling" /><category term="parents" /><category term="dreams magical" /><category term="six small things saturday...Rockster" /><category term="wordless wednessday" /><category term="food" /><category term="side bar" /><category term="Roman empire" /><category term="religion" /><category term="child death" /><category term="Natasha" /><category term="Cinderella" /><category term="leftovers" /><category term="leaves" /><category term="Dear Some thursday" /><category term="money" /><title>Starting Over</title><subtitle type="html">When we change the way we look at things, the things we look at will change.
Please take a minute to comment</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303106138421285089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/oqfCP" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/oqfcp" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEDQn47fCp7ImA9WhdWE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-972890739389008144</id><published>2011-09-06T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:51:13.004-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T20:51:13.004-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday paper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nostaligia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories" /><title>Reading Sundays Paper on Tuesday</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/972890739389008144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=972890739389008144" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/972890739389008144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/972890739389008144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oqfCP/~3/2zgGfj7zsjo/reading-sundays-paper-on-tuesday.html" title="Reading Sundays Paper on Tuesday" /><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08303106138421285089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ppF0ML4168/Tma_howaIxI/AAAAAAAAAy8/eQsgVQQaORo/s72-c/sunday+paper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Yes, that is what I am doing. I am sitting on the porch waiting for Tasha's bus, reading Sunday's paper.
I have gotten so far behind in what is going on in the world, I decided to sit down and read the paper to catch up, and of course go though the ads.
I  can see most of your faces. The Newspaper? Why don't you just go to the website of the newspaper and choose the stories you want to read?  Get
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Well, we glued our eyes to the media. Schools closed   Even when the weather service was saying, It is not going to be as bad inland, they closed.  We started the 
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I hope all of you have had a good beginning as well
I don't do resolutions, but I do set goals. My goal is to do better in 2011.
Building my business, watching Natasha grow up.
Take time to not only plant flowers but enjoy them as well.
To make new friends, and enjoy my old one

What are you 
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Now I am now a judgmental person, but I think this one is well, not quite Denise's style.












A couple of the dresses left me totally clueless as to what the wedding theme may have been.

















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I was awakened this morning by my phone rining and somebody asking for "Nakisia" in a heavily accented Arab Voice. after shaking myself awake, deciding it probably was not a terrorist trying to destroy America by making sure none of us got any sleep, (too much Brad Thor and Tom Clancy)
I politely told the voice they had the wrong number:to which it replied" Americans!" and hung up.

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Totally ignorant of  the mysteries of childbirth, I mean the real realities, I read joy through natural childbirth, and books like that.  these books were relativity accurate except they choose not to mention a small little tidbit
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My daughter announced her engagement a couple of weeks ago and I find myself smack dab in the middle of planning a wedding.

I didn't have a big wedding, so this is all new to me. I knew about the basics, Brides family pays for this Grooms family pays for that..but I 
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Are you yearning to find your life's purpose, live with passion and be prosperous? Do you trust it is time for you to take 
the next step in your authentic, personal journey ... for yourself, your business, your community and the whole world? 

Can you imagine what would begin to happen if we journeyed together... with purpose, passion and strategy? 

If you are a woman who inspires or wants to 
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A little snippet of fun, but necessary if you are going to succeed. This is usually atrubuted to Bill Gates but the actual 11 things were written by
Charles J. Sykes in his book Dumbing Down out Kids. the book was written in 1996, But the net gives Bill credit so we’ll include him here.after all, the information you find on the net is correct, isn’t it? Well, isn’t it? Of course not. That is why
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My Sharon loved water. When she was alive I wish I had lived 
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Everyone Communicates, Few Connect: What the Most Effective People Do Differently I have read several of John Maxwell's book an found them to be helpful. This one is not an exception. We all spend a lot of time on social networks "connecting" but do we really connect? According to John Maxwell's book, no, we don't.Connecting is an art form. Do you ever wonder why you have this wonderful idea, 
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Anyway, she spends hours playing it She will forget to eat, forget everything just so she can bowl.

She is very good at too. She actually beat Uncle Eric by Three points one day.

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I am not really a big fan of bugs. Not any of them. I never felt ladybugs were cute, although certainly necessary. Nor, was I ever enthralled with spiders, flies or other small creatures; even when dressed up to be cute on a children’s video.However I had faith in Max Lucado, so I guessed that his bugs must be different. They were not. The lesson they taught were.Whos in charge anyway gives a 
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Hmmmmmm

1. You buy two pints of Ben and Jerry's just for you.

2. You eat the two pints of Ben and Jerry's in 30 minutes

3. The kids ask you "Whats for Dinner, Mom?" and you just sit there giving them a very evil and 
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But from where I am standing in North Charleston, it is gently flowing west. The waves are small, but they gently rise and fall in unison, looking as if they have a purpose and are on their way 
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My Birthday present..a visit to the Blue Angels Show over Charleston Harbor.

Pictures by Joan Perry
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 waited until I had a few more entrants be we did a drawing.....so...my 4 year old Grand daughter drew the out of a wind glass for me and the winner is......

Rebecca of Chocolate Avocado.....Yea Rebecca! Thank you for reading my blog and for joining my giveaway...please contact me so I can give your Name to Laura Fabrini so she can send you your copy of the book..

Enjoy
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Life generally goes on day-to-day with little changes or upsets.  You know what you have to do and you do it. You know your job, the people in your life and what you are to them.
What would you do if  the most important truth in your life, the one you held the dearest and the most secure about:turned out not to be true?
Twenty-seven year old Tiziana Manoretti is told of a family secret that 
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