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She sat down and ate quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know&lt;br /&gt;what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she  asked me softly,&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This  made her angry. She threw away the&lt;br /&gt;chopsticks and shouted at me, you  are not a man! That night, we didn't&lt;br /&gt;talk to each other. She was  weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what&lt;br /&gt;had happened to our  marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;answer; she had  lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just&lt;br /&gt;pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With  a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated&lt;br /&gt;that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The  woman who had spent&lt;br /&gt;ten years of her life with me had become a  stranger. I felt sorry for&lt;br /&gt;her wasted time, resources and energy but  I could not take back what I&lt;br /&gt;had said for I loved Dew so dearly.  Finally she cried loudly in front of&lt;br /&gt;me, which was what I had  expected to see. To me her cry was actually a&lt;br /&gt;kind of release. The  idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several&lt;br /&gt;weeks seemed to be  firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home  very late and found her writing something&lt;br /&gt;at the table. I didn't have  supper but went straight to sleep and fell&lt;br /&gt;asleep very fast because  I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke  up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not&lt;br /&gt;care so  I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions:  she didn't want&lt;br /&gt;anything from me, but needed a month's notice before  the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that in that one month we both  struggle to live as normal a&lt;br /&gt;life as possible. Her reasons were  simple: our son had his exams in a&lt;br /&gt;month's time and she didn't want  to disrupt him with our broken&lt;br /&gt;marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was  agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to&lt;br /&gt;recall  how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of&lt;br /&gt;our  bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going&lt;br /&gt;crazy.  Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd&lt;br /&gt;request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She  laughed loudly and&lt;br /&gt;thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she  applies, she has to&lt;br /&gt;face the divorce, she said scornfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and  I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was&lt;br /&gt;explicitly  expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we&lt;br /&gt;both  appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy&lt;br /&gt;in  his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to&lt;br /&gt;the  sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in&lt;br /&gt;my  arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about&lt;br /&gt;the  divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside&lt;br /&gt;the  door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the&lt;br /&gt;office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.  She leaned on my&lt;br /&gt;chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I  realized that I&lt;br /&gt;hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long  time.. I realized she&lt;br /&gt;was not young any more. There were fine  wrinkles on her face,  her hair&lt;br /&gt;was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a  minute I&lt;br /&gt;wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the  fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy&lt;br /&gt;returning.  This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was&lt;br /&gt;growing  again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry&lt;br /&gt;her  as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me&lt;br /&gt;stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on  quite a few&lt;br /&gt;dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she  sighed, all my&lt;br /&gt;dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that  she had grown so&lt;br /&gt;thin, that was the reason why I could carry her  more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so  much pain and bitterness in her&lt;br /&gt;heart. Subconsciously I reached out  and touched her  head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's  time to carry mum out.&lt;br /&gt;To him, seeing his father carrying his mother  out had become an&lt;br /&gt;essential part of his life. My wife gestured to  our son to come closer&lt;br /&gt;and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away  because I was afraid I&lt;br /&gt;might change my mind at this last minute. I  then held her in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;walking from the bedroom, through the  sitting room, to the hallway. Her&lt;br /&gt;hand surrounded my neck softly and  naturally. I held her body tightly;&lt;br /&gt;it was just like our wedding  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the  last day, when I held&lt;br /&gt;her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our  son had gone to school. I&lt;br /&gt;held her tightly and said, I hadn't  noticed that our life lacked&lt;br /&gt;intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to  office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the&lt;br /&gt;door. I  was afraid any delay would make me change my  mind...I walked&lt;br /&gt;upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her,  Sorry, Dew, I do not&lt;br /&gt;want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have&lt;br /&gt;a  fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I&lt;br /&gt;won't  divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I&lt;br /&gt;didn't  value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each&lt;br /&gt;other  any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on&lt;br /&gt;our  wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew  seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed&lt;br /&gt;the  door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At  the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my&lt;br /&gt;wife.  The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and&lt;br /&gt;wrote,  I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a  smile on my face, I&lt;br /&gt;run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -  dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really  matter in a&lt;br /&gt;relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property,  the money in the&lt;br /&gt;bank. These create an environment conducive for  happiness but cannot&lt;br /&gt;give happiness in themselves. So find time to  be your spouse's friend&lt;br /&gt;and do those little things for each other  that build intimacy. Do have a&lt;br /&gt;real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of  life's failures are people who did not realize how close they&lt;br /&gt;were  to success when they gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forwarded e-mail from my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-7495383555110314378?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/05/marriage-to-divorce-worth-reading.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/TAHoicg1GnI/AAAAAAAACmY/UxqUc9JxnrA/s72-c/30424_420620905627_399453410627_5298772_309308_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-1101260918871498747</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-24T20:27:19.518-07:00</atom:updated><title>Attorneys Advice About Your Info</title><description>&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY GOOD INFORMATION AND PROCEDURE TO FOLLOW.&lt;br /&gt;You may already be doing these suggestions, if so, super.  If not you may want to consider them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not A Joke&lt;/b&gt;!!   Even If you dislike attorneys..You will love them for these tips.Read this and make a copy for your files in case you need to refer to it someday. Maybe we should all take some of his  advice! A corporate attorney sent the following out to the employees in his  company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.... Do not sign  the back of your credit cards. Instead, put 'PHOTO ID REQUIRED.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you are writing checks to pay on your &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;font-size:180%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_0" &gt;credit card accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,  DO  NOT put the complete  account number on the 'For' line. Instead, just put the  last four numbers. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;font-size:180%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_1" &gt;credit card company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; knows the rest of the number, and anyone who might be handling your  check as it passes through all the check processing channels won't have access to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put your work phone # on your checks instead of your home phone. If you have a PO Box use that instead of your home address. If you do not have a PO Box, use your work address. Never  have your  SS# printed on your checks. (DUH!) You can add it if it is necessary. But if you have It printed, anyone can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Place the contents of your wallet on a photocopy machine. Do both sides of each license, credit card, etc. You will know what you had in your wallet and all of the account numbers and phone  numbers to call and cancel.... Keep the photocopy in a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;I also carry a photocopy of my passport when I travel either here or  abroad. We've all heard horror stories about fraud that's committed on us in  stealing a Name, address, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;font-size:180%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_2" &gt;Social  Security number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I, an attorney, have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_3"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first hand knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; because my wallet was stolen last month... Within a week, the thieves ordered an expensive monthly cell phone package, applied for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;font-size:180%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_4" &gt;VISA credit card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, had a credit line approved to buy a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_5"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gateway  computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, received a PIN number from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;font-size:180%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_6" &gt;DMV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; to change my driving record information online, and more..&lt;br /&gt;But here's some critical information to limit the damage  in case this happens to you or someone you know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.. We have been told we should  cancel our  credit cards immediately. But the key is having the toll free numbers and your card numbers handy so you know whom to call. Keep those where you can find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_7"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;File&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; a  police  report immediately in the jurisdiction where your credit cards, etc., were stolen. This proves to credit  providers you were diligent, and this is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;font-size:180%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_8" &gt;first step toward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; an investigation (if there ever is one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's what is perhaps  most important of all: (I never even thought to do this.)&lt;br /&gt;7. Call  the  3 national credit reporting organizations  immediately to place a fraud alert on your name and also call the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_9"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Social Security fraud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; line number. I had never heard of doing that until  advised by a bank that called to tell me an application for credit was made over the internet in my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alert means any company that checks your credit knows your  information was stolen, and they have to contact you by phone to authorize new  credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was advised to do this, almost two weeks after the theft, all the damage had been done. There are records of all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;font-size:180%;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_10" &gt;credit checks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; initiated by the thieves' purchases, none of which I knew about before placing the alert. Since then, no additional damage has been done, and the thieves threw my wallet away this weekend (someone turned it in). It seems to have stopped them dead in their tracks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are the numbers you always need to contact about your wallet, if it has been stolen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_11"&gt;Equifax&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span dir="ltr" class="skype_pnh_container"&gt;&lt;span class="skype_pnh_mark"&gt;  begin_of_the_skype_highlighting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" title="Call this  phone number in United States of America with Skype: +18005256285" class="skype_pnh_highlighting_inactive_common"&gt;&lt;span skypeaction="skype_dropdown" class="skype_pnh_left_span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span skypeaction="skype_dropdown" title="Skype actions" class="skype_pnh_dropart_span"&gt;&lt;span skypeaction="skype_dropdown" style="background-position: -4499px 1px ! important;" class="skype_pnh_dropart_flag_span"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="skype_pnh_textarea_span"&gt;&lt;span class="skype_pnh_text_span"&gt;  1-800-525-6285&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="skype_pnh_right_span"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="skype_pnh_mark"&gt;end_of_the_skype_highlighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274758592_12"&gt;Experian&lt;/span&gt;  (formerly TRW): &lt;span dir="ltr" class="skype_pnh_container"&gt;&lt;span class="skype_pnh_mark"&gt;  begin_of_the_skype_highlighting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" title="Call this  phone number in United States of America with Skype: +18883973742" class="skype_pnh_highlighting_inactive_common"&gt;&lt;span skypeaction="skype_dropdown" class="skype_pnh_left_span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span skypeaction="skype_dropdown" title="Skype actions" class="skype_pnh_dropart_span"&gt;&lt;span skypeaction="skype_dropdown" style="background-position: -4499px 1px ! 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If so please watch this encouraging video and it will change your thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGZYT50Bow4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGZYT50Bow4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-2187027522961262981?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/05/inspring-story-i-love-living-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><enclosure url="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" length="1037" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><media:content url="http://www.youtube.com/v/H8ZuKF3dxCY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" fileSize="1037" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Are you lonely, sad, needs encouragement in your life. If so please watch this encouraging video and it will change your thinking. </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Are you lonely, sad, needs encouragement in your life. If so please watch this encouraging video and it will change your thinking. </itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Encouragement</itunes:keywords></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-1803095258146137318</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-02T15:06:54.331-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Encouragement</category><title>Being A Mother</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;BEING A MOTHER... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;After 17 years of  marriage, my wife wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;take another woman out to dinner and a  movie. She&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman  loves&lt;br /&gt;you and would love to spend some time with you.'&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;The  other woman that my wife wanted me to visit&lt;br /&gt;was my MOTHER, who has  been alone for 20 years,&lt;br /&gt;but the demands of my work and my two boys  had&lt;br /&gt;made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;That  night I called to invite her to  go out for&lt;br /&gt;dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;'What's wrong, aren't you  well,' she asked?&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;My mother is the type of woman who  suspects that a&lt;br /&gt;late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign&lt;br /&gt;of  bad news.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;'I thought it would be pleasant to spend some&lt;br /&gt;time  with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'&lt;br /&gt;She thought about it  for a moment, and then said,&lt;br /&gt;'I would like that very much.'&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;That  Friday after work, as I drove over to pick&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her up I was a  bit nervous. When I arrived at her&lt;br /&gt;house, I noticed that she, too,  seemed to be nervous&lt;br /&gt;about our date. She waited in the door.. She had  curled her hair and was wearing the&lt;br /&gt;dress that she had worn to  celebrate her last&lt;br /&gt;birthday on November 19th.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;She smiled  from a face that was as radiant as an&lt;br /&gt;angel's. 'I told my friends  that I was going to go&lt;br /&gt;out with my son, and they were impressed,' she  said,&lt;br /&gt;as she got into that  new white van. 'They can't wait to hear about our date'..&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;We  went to a restaurant that, although not&lt;br /&gt;elegant, was very nice and  cozy. My mother took my&lt;br /&gt;arm as if she were the &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272837577_0"&gt;First Lady&lt;/span&gt;. After we sat&lt;br /&gt;down,  I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only&lt;br /&gt;read large print. Half  way through the entries, I&lt;br /&gt;lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there  staring at&lt;br /&gt;me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips 'It was I&lt;br /&gt;who  used to have to read the menu when you were&lt;br /&gt;small,' she said. 'Then  it's time that you relax and&lt;br /&gt;let me return the favor,' I responded.&lt;br /&gt;*  * *&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation-  -nothing extraordinary but catching up&lt;br /&gt;on recent events of each  other's life. We talked so&lt;br /&gt;much that we missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;As  we arrived at her house later, she said,&lt;br /&gt;'I'll go out with you  again, but only if you let me&lt;br /&gt;invite you.' I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;'How  was your dinner date  ?'&lt;br /&gt;asked my wife when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;'Very nice. Much more so than  I could have imagined,'&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;A few days  later, my mother died of a massive&lt;br /&gt;heart attack. It happened so  suddenly that I didn't&lt;br /&gt;have a chance to do anything for her..&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Some  time later, I received an envelope with a&lt;br /&gt;copy of a restaurant  receipt from the same place&lt;br /&gt;mother and I had dined. An attached note  said: 'I&lt;br /&gt;paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I&lt;br /&gt;could be  there; but nevertheless, I paid for two&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plates - one for  you and the other for your wife.&lt;br /&gt;You will never know what that night  meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, son.'&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I  understood the importance of&lt;br /&gt;saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give  our loved&lt;br /&gt;ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is&lt;br /&gt;more  important than your family. Give them the time&lt;br /&gt;they deserve, because  these things cannot be put  off&lt;br /&gt;till 'some other time.'&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said it takes about  six weeks to get back&lt;br /&gt;to normal after you've had a baby.....  somebody&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know that once you're a mother,&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'normal'  is history.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by&lt;br /&gt;instinct  ... somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody  said being a mother is boring ....&lt;br /&gt;somebody never rode in a car  driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said if you're  a'good' mother,&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your child will 'turn out good'....&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody thinks a child comes with&lt;br /&gt;directions and a guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;*  * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you don't need an education to be a&lt;br /&gt;mother....  somebody never helped a fourth grader&lt;br /&gt;with his math..&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody  said you can't love the second child as&lt;br /&gt;much as you love the first  .... somebody doesn't&lt;br /&gt;have two children.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody  said the hardest part of being a mother&lt;br /&gt;is labor and delivery.....&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for  the first day of kindergarten ...&lt;br /&gt;or on a plane headed for military  'boot camp.'&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after  her&lt;br /&gt;child gets married....somebody doesn't know that&lt;br /&gt;marriage  adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a&lt;br /&gt;mother's heartstrings.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody  said a mother's job is done when&lt;br /&gt;her last child leaves home....&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody never had grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said  your mother knows you love her, so&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to tell her....&lt;br /&gt;somebody  isn't a mother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 80);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forwarded by my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-1803095258146137318?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/05/being-mother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-8686311269208877421</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-28T15:35:18.358-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Encouragement</category><title>Perception, Taste and People's Priorities.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9i34VoUfZI/AAAAAAAACiA/3-LFiuLs16k/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9i34VoUfZI/AAAAAAAACiA/3-LFiuLs16k/s320/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465320326320913810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Michel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Michel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;        THE SITUATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Washington , DC , at a &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" id="lw_1272493831_0" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Metro Station&lt;/span&gt;, on a cold January  morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45  minutes.  During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station,  most of them on their way to work.  After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man  noticed that there was a musician playing.  He slowed his pace and stopped for a  few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 minutes  later:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violinist received his first dollar.  A woman threw money  in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6  minutes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked  at his watch and started to walk again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10  minutes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old boy stopped,  but his mother tugged him along hurriedly.  The kid stopped to look at the  violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk,  turning his head the whole time.  This action was repeated by several other  children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move  on quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 45 minutes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;musician played  continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.  About 20  gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a  total of $32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1  hour:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and  silence took over.  No one noticed and no one applauded.  There was no  recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;No one knew this, but the  violinist was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1272493831_1" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Joshua Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;, one of  the greatest musicians in the world.  He played one of the most intricate pieces  ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.  Two days before, Joshua  Bell sold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#004080;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit  and listen to him play the same music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a true story.  Joshua  Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the &lt;span id="lw_1272493831_2" class="yshortcuts"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/span&gt; as part of a social  experiment about &lt;b&gt;perception, taste and people's priorities&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experiment raised several  questions:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;In a common-place  environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;If  so, do we stop to appreciate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Do we recognize talent in  an unexpected context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One  possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not  have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world,  playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful  instruments ever made . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many other things are we missing  as we rush through life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/music/artists/bell.asp" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1272493831_3" class="yshortcuts"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/music/artists/bell.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Forwarded mail from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-8686311269208877421?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/04/perception-taste-and-peoples-priorities.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9i34VoUfZI/AAAAAAAACiA/3-LFiuLs16k/s72-c/1.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-5553150623330139911</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T17:00:49.608-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dream Come True To Me</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9DeKBeH_bI/AAAAAAAAChQ/6KlTLW1FJ30/s1600/777.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9DeKBeH_bI/AAAAAAAAChQ/6KlTLW1FJ30/s320/777.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463110611775258034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that when you dream three times in that same person there's a meaning? Either you will be a blessing to that person or he/she will be a blessings to you. When I was in high school I always dreamed a tall young men. I did not mind my dreams because I think it's only a simple dream. To make the long story short after 10 years I still dreaming a young and handsome guy. I don't know why I always dreamed on him. I have my first boyfriend at the age of 22 years old and I think his the guy in my dream. Then we broke up our relationship and we're not compatible. After many years of not having a sweetheart  I started to worried and then I prayed to God to have a decent guy. I don't care if he's poor as long as he knows how to work for the family and has the qualification that I want for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;To make the story short I really met the guy in my dream. He's still single at the age of 42 when I met him and I can not believe it. It's one of my qualification that he must be single and don't have kids. I am still single at the age of 30 when he met me. He's a decent guy and Godly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I met him in person I already saw his picture. It's a co incidence that I saw his pictures. After i saw his pictures I told to my close friends that I found my husband and they all laughed at me. They think that I'm not feeling good and did not ate that afternoon.  Again, they laughed at me in chorus. But deep inside it's really true and I am not kidding to them. I can really feel it that he'd be my husband. I don't know why I am pretty sure that he's the right guy for me.  I will show you the photo of the guy in my dream and our wedding picture. I believe the power of prayer so it happened to me. He's also praying the same thing as what i'd prayed to God. So if you are looking for a life partner just put it all in the hands of God He knows what's best for you. Now, I am happily married to the guy in my dream few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9DfW23qsuI/AAAAAAAAChY/Du8aWbOhFBQ/s1600/wed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9DfW23qsuI/AAAAAAAAChY/Du8aWbOhFBQ/s320/wed.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463111931779527394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-5553150623330139911?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/04/dream-come-true-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S9DeKBeH_bI/AAAAAAAAChQ/6KlTLW1FJ30/s72-c/777.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-1299743705373953674</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-17T20:07:23.602-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Save By Grace</category><title>Someone Loves You and Died For You</title><description>&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font: medium Helvetica; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); word-spacing: 0px;" class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;the next &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271559323_2"&gt;60 seconds&lt;/span&gt;, set aside                              whatever&lt;br /&gt;you're doing and take this                              opportunity! Let's see if Satan&lt;br /&gt;can stop                               this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;(SCIENTIFIC)                               DEATH OF JESUS&lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt;At the age of 33,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was  condemned                              to the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time&lt;br /&gt;crucifixion was the                               "worst" death. Only the worst&lt;br /&gt;criminals                              condemned to be crucified. Yet it was&lt;br /&gt;even                                more dreadful for Jesus, unlike&lt;br /&gt;other                              criminals condemned to death by&lt;br /&gt;crucifixion                               Jesus was to be nailed to the&lt;br /&gt;cross by  His                              &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271559323_3"&gt;hands and feet&lt;/span&gt;. Each nail &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was                              6 to 8 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The                              nails &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were                               driven into His wrist.  Not &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into                              His palms as is commonly &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portrayed.                              There's a tendon in the wrist that &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extends                              to the shoulder.  The Roman guards                              knew &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt;that when the nails were being hammered  into                              the &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrist                               that tendon would tear and &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break,                              forcing Jesus to use His back &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscles                              to support himself so that He could &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both                              of His feet &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were                              nailed together.  Thus He was forced                              to &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;support                               Himself on the single nail that &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impaled                              His feet to the cross.  Jesus could &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not                              support himself with His legs because of the                               pain &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so                               He was forced to alternate between arching                              His &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back                               then using his legs just to continue to &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt;breath.  Imagine the struggle, the  pain,                              the &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffering,                               the courage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus                              endured this &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality                              for over 3 hours.  Yes, &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over                              3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffering?                               A few minutes before He died, &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus                              stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring                              water &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from                               his wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From common                              images &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we                              see wounds to His hands and feet and even  the spear                              wound &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to                               His side...  But do we realize His                              wounds &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were                              actually made in his body.  A hammer &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving                              large nails through the wrist, the feet                              overlapped &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and                              an even large nail hammered through the  arches, then                              a &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman                               guard piercing His side with a spear.                                But &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before                               the nails and the spear Jesus was whipped                              and &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beaten.                                The whipping was so severe that it tore                              the &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flesh                               from His body.  The beating so horrific that                               His &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face                               was torn and his beard ripped from His face.                                The &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271559323_4"&gt;crown                              of thorns&lt;/span&gt; cut deeply into His scalp.   Most                              men &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would                               not have survived this                              torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no more                              blood  to bleed out, only water poured from                              His &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wounds.The                                human adult body contains about 3.5                              liters &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just                              less than a gallon) of                              blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus poured all                              3..5 &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liters                               of his blood; He had three nails hammered  into                              His &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremities;                               a crown of  thorns on His head and,                              beyond &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that,                              a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into  His                               chest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these                              without &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentioning                              the humiliation He passed after carrying His                               own &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross                               for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd  spat in                              his &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face                               and threw stones (the cross was almost 30 kg  of                              weight, &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only                              for its higher part, where His hands were &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nailed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus                               had &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to                               endure this experience, so that you can have                               free &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;access                               to God.  So that your sins &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could                              be "washed" away. All of them, with no                              exception! &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't                              ignore this situation. &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271559323_5"&gt;JESUS CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;                              DIED FOR YOU! &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For                              you, who now read this e-mail. Do not  believe                              that He only died for &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others                              (those who go to church or for pastors,                              bishops, &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt; He died for you!&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt; It  is easy to pass jokes or foolish                              photos  by e-mail, but &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when                              it comes to God, sometimes you feel ashamed  to                              forward &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to                              others because you are worried of what they  may                              think &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about                               you.  &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt; Accept &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the                              reality, the truth that JESUS IS THE ONLY  SALVATION                              FOR &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE                               WORLD. &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God                               has plans for you, show all your friends  what He                              experienced &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to                              save you. Now think about this! May God  bless                              your &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: none; text-indent: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font: medium Helvetica; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); word-spacing: 0px;" class="ecxApple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you have to do &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is: &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt;-Simply  pray for the person who                              sent this message to &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take a  moment to appreciate the power of  God                              in your life, for &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing                              what pleases Him.  If you are not &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashamed                              to do this, please, follow Jesus'                              instructions. &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He                              said (Matthew 10:32 &amp;amp; 33): "Everyone                              therefore &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who                              acknowledges me before others, I also will                              acknowledge &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before                              My &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271559323_6"&gt;Father in heaven&lt;/span&gt;; but whosoever denies                              Me &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before                               others,  I also will deny before My &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1271559323_7"&gt;Father                              in heaven&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If                              you believe,  send this message... But send  it                               only if you believe &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in                              Christ Jesus is your Lord and Savior.  Yes, I                               love God. He &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is                              my source of life and my Savior. He keeps me  alive                              day &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and                               night.  Without Him, I am &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;div&gt;nothing, but with Him "I can do all  things                              through Him &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who                              strengthens me". Philippians 4:13.  This is  the                              simple &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proof.                              If you love God and you are a believer and                              trust &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in                               salvation through Christ Jesus, send this to  all                              those &lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you                               love.&lt;span class="ecxApple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forwarded email from friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-1299743705373953674?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/04/someone-loves-you-and-died-for-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-2083838250746062297</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-15T12:09:11.159-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Forgot To Live</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S8dibUmoT1I/AAAAAAAACew/iyCkfvhsJvI/s1600/ATT00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S8dibUmoT1I/AAAAAAAACew/iyCkfvhsJvI/s400/ATT00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460441294736740178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impress by the messages in the picture that my friend sent to me. It was worth reading and for me it's true. Please read the messages and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every single day of your life, it's a gift from God. Thank you for reading and visiting my blog. Have a great day to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-2083838250746062297?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/04/lifes-journeys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S8dibUmoT1I/AAAAAAAACew/iyCkfvhsJvI/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-2050888713866902929</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T15:25:36.695-07:00</atom:updated><title>Amazing Facts Touch My Soul</title><description>One of the wonderful website that I visited that catches my attention, my soul, my heart and my whole life. Every time I listened to the powerful messages from the speaker and listen the meaningful songs that they sings, I cried and after I ponder upon the words of the speaker my heart lighten and I have peace of mind. It is a wonderful experienced to me and I hope you will experience what I have experience. I feel uplifted, inspired, have hope and have courage whatever life may bring to me. I just want to be honest with you the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazingfacts.org%22/"&gt; Amazing Facts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful website that I ever ever visited. Are you lonely, helpless, feel guilty like me you can visit their website if you want to. Enjoy and have a wonderful day to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-2050888713866902929?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/04/amazing-facts-touch-my-soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-6358902564645515354</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T11:40:54.588-07:00</atom:updated><title>Busy Day</title><description>Have a nice day to all! Just little busy today. When I got up I go outside and check the fruit bushes that I planted the other week. I'm little sad because 7 of the bushes died. We planted 16 fruit bushes, I hope they will come up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a busy day today but just want to say hi to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-6358902564645515354?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/04/i-want-wii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-9076919802194149935</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-05T20:22:06.521-07:00</atom:updated><title>Animal Prints Diaper Cover</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S7qnvHEDAWI/AAAAAAAACc4/CbptREE4B3w/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858326304489826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S7qnvHEDAWI/AAAAAAAACc4/CbptREE4B3w/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three adorable handmade cloth diaper covers. The top is mint polka dots and the rest is animal prints flannel cloth diaper cover. It is elastic waist and legs, the purpose is to cover the disposable diaper. Reusable and wearable. Machine wash and dry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-9076919802194149935?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/04/animal-prints-diaper-cover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S7qnvHEDAWI/AAAAAAAACc4/CbptREE4B3w/s72-c/IMG_0123.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-1313523812883915982</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-30T14:51:41.404-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunny Day</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am happy that today is sunny and the weather is good. It's nice to stay outside the house without wearing a thick jacket. Then I didn't worry driving a muddy and slick road. I am planning to plant more vegatables in my garden, hopefully by next week. I will just wait if they don't call for snow, I hope not. By the we have people planting the native grass around the acreage this afternoon. I am just imagining that it is nice to see a very green lawn someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to go now to finish my laundry and do some cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-1313523812883915982?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/03/sunny-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-8694164926181295914</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T13:46:20.361-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby Booties</category><title>Crochet Baby Booties</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S6p4qwt6USI/AAAAAAAACag/Kd8aqHyc440/s1600/booties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452302974912712994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S6p4qwt6USI/AAAAAAAACag/Kd8aqHyc440/s320/booties.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this baby booties few few months ago. I can not go outside because it's too cold for me and the snow was so thick. So I decided to make different kinds of animal baby booties. Above is the pictures of my handmade booties. I am proud of myself that I made my very first crochet baby booties. Hope you like it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-8694164926181295914?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/03/crochet-baby-booties.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/S6p4qwt6USI/AAAAAAAACag/Kd8aqHyc440/s72-c/booties.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-7380783348336438436</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T17:51:17.890-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unpredictable Weather</title><description>This week is a beautiful week and the temperature is in 69 degrees and all of a sudden when I wake up this morning I see snow on the ground. I can not really understand the weather now, it's unpredictale. Hope you have a great weekend and hope this coming week is a wonderful one so I can start planting outsidethe house. It's officially spring today but here in Nebraska they welcome the spring with a 2-5" of snow.Okay I have to get a going now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-7380783348336438436?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/03/unpredictable-weather.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-5527718332648543282</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-18T19:01:09.412-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thank You</title><description>It's been a while that I didn't update this blog. I almost forgot this blog I'm glad that I check it out. I just want to let you know that soon I will post more interesting topics in here. I have to get some sleep, have a great evening to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always visiting my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-5527718332648543282?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2010/03/thank-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-8728934052357242115</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T10:49:58.766-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Small Business Needs Business Accounting</title><description>I love to sew women’s clothing, girls clothing, and babies clothing. Not only that I am fun also of making hair bows for little girls and I crochet headband, crochet hat and cap too. I think I got my hobbies from my family and I started to sew when I am 7 years old. I do not know why I am so obsess in sewing. I really love sewing so much and I can also make different kinds of handmade creations beside sewing clothes and crocheting. Now, I have bunch of handmade stuff in my stock room. My family and friends encouraged me to sell my handmade creations. So last year I sell my handmade creations online and I really made some money. After a year of selling I find out that I need small business management and a very good &lt;a href="http://www.articlealley.com/accounting-articles-0_22.html"&gt;Business Accounting&lt;/a&gt; I think will work for me. It is very hard when I do not know how to manage my small business. I looking for business accounting information couple weeks ago but I still need to learn more. Yeah I found many informative ideas about business accounting but I need to know more. Is anyone there know about business accounting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-8728934052357242115?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/12/my-small-business-needs-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-6178946416695367339</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T11:23:28.051-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cloth Diaper</category><title>Handmade Cloth Diaper</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/SwRIe5NmDwI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VFp5_xH_WXg/s1600/diaperg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405525148342554370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/SwRIe5NmDwI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VFp5_xH_WXg/s400/diaperg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/SwRHx-OssXI/AAAAAAAAB8M/ZUhg_x0Mcjk/s1600/frog+diaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405524376595247474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/SwRHx-OssXI/AAAAAAAAB8M/ZUhg_x0Mcjk/s400/frog+diaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I made cloth diaper for babies and it is made of flannel and fleece. Flanel and fleece is good for baby diaper and it is good soaker too. It is easy to use and adjustable waist for the baby. I use velcro on the waist and elastic on the leg. The outer layer is flannel and the inner layer is fleece and it is so comfortable and soft for the babies butt. You can insert a cloth diaper liner and you can remove also when you wash it. Machine cold wash and tumblr dry low. If you want to view more of my cloth diaper go to michellboutique.info&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-6178946416695367339?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/11/handmade-cloth-diaper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/SwRIe5NmDwI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VFp5_xH_WXg/s72-c/diaperg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-5630908670975631288</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T12:33:19.979-08:00</atom:updated><title>Handmade Creation by Michell Boutique</title><description>When I was small I really love to watch my mom and my auncle when they sew. My great aunt is seamstress and my auncle too. Since I was young I am interested in sewing and I love cutting unused dress and unwanted fabrics. Maybe I get my hobbies to my family so now I didn't wonder when I see the fabric section in the store i really like it so much more than the beauty products. So now I opened girls handmade boutique and sell online so if you want to check my handmade creation please visit at &lt;a href="http://www.michellboutique.info/"&gt;www.michellboutique.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-5630908670975631288?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/11/handmade-creation-by-michell-boutique.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-4710969870752682679</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T17:28:58.599-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>I had severe pain in my lower stomach last month and this month the pain it was not bad but it bothers me when I am working so I decided to see a doctor and have ultrasound so I know what's wrong in my stomach. Yesterday I see a doctor and they really did an ultrasound and this morning I'm glad that the result was okay. Thanks to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-4710969870752682679?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/10/i-had-severe-pain-in-my-lower-stomach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-2370577176542786883</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-10T19:00:02.150-07:00</atom:updated><title>Long Sleep</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/StE66sSyMpI/AAAAAAAAByk/Y9Lhyk1ty08/s1600-h/IMG_4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391155008935965330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/StE66sSyMpI/AAAAAAAAByk/Y9Lhyk1ty08/s320/IMG_4551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up this morning it really surprised me when I see the snow outside. It still October 10 and fall, we have early snow here in Nebraska. Last year when I first arrived in US the snow is in the month of December. I enjoyed so much and played the snow but now I don't like snow anymore to much cold grrr.... I only like snow when I see it from our window but don't really feel like going out. But this morning I don't have choose I need to go out to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other hand when it's cold it's very good to sleep and today I slept for more than 3 hours. Hubby is still sleeping right now and I don't want to wake him up. He need some sleep for he work so hard the other week. I think he sleep more than 5 hours, isn't that long sleep hahaha. Ok I have to get a going to eat now I am hungry after sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my picture when I go outside this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-2370577176542786883?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/10/long-sleep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/StE66sSyMpI/AAAAAAAAByk/Y9Lhyk1ty08/s72-c/IMG_4551.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-8500719002005340111</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T20:52:34.948-07:00</atom:updated><title>Busy to Update</title><description>It's been a while that I didn't post updates in my blog...I can say that I am quite busy in sewing and surfing the internet lately and to have many blogs make me hard for me to update all of them in one time. I have &lt;a href="http://www.michelldesigns.com/"&gt;www.michelldesigns.com&lt;/a&gt; blog for my store at hyenacart.com/michelldesigns. I have michellboutique.blogspot.com for my michell boutique store and so many to mention. I am very bad in managing my time sometimes and it's too much for me to do together at the same time in blogging, sewing, crocheting and making bows.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am still thankful to God for giving me a wonderful husband who understand me and love me no matter what. But I really tried do my part as a wife and do my responsibilities in managing the house hold chores. By the way thank you guys for visiting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-8500719002005340111?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/10/busy-to-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-7852098061375597254</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T21:09:50.274-07:00</atom:updated><title>Used Cars</title><description>Driving is very necessary so you can go wherever you go. Last few weeks ago hubby bought me a car. He got it from the store where &lt;a href="http://www.buyyourcar.co.uk/used-car.aspx"&gt;used cars&lt;/a&gt; is available. But it does not matter to me if it is used cars as long as the engine is okay. Then, we can save our money for another things that we need. By the way, if you are living in UK and looking for a new cars, used cars and car leasing, you can check this website at www.buyyourcar.co.uk for more cars offers. Try to give them a visit now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-7852098061375597254?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/09/used-cars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-6063866198915835200</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T20:46:35.732-07:00</atom:updated><title>Update</title><description>I just want to thank to all the visitors who keep on visiting in my blog. I am so very sorry that I did not update my blog for a while. I am very much occupied and I can say that I am busy in my stuff suh as sewing, researching and doing my house chores. I am irresponsible in posting new updates, by the way I will try to manage my time. I am happy that I feel better tonight also and my stomach didn't bother me now.&lt;br /&gt;Good night see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-6063866198915835200?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/09/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-6139476914625776774</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T21:13:31.413-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cuty Fruity</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVeqdduAI/AAAAAAAABiw/UI4YCOGPTlM/s1600-h/IMG_5019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 53px; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340377980925229058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVeqdduAI/AAAAAAAABiw/UI4YCOGPTlM/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVSsWNvRI/AAAAAAAABio/Z9TKVGGlHXc/s1600-h/IMG_5020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 49px; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340377775273262354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVSsWNvRI/AAAAAAAABio/Z9TKVGGlHXc/s320/IMG_5020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVKJTSY2I/AAAAAAAABig/dbRvzkMm9CA/s1600-h/IMG_5024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 41px; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340377628426789730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVKJTSY2I/AAAAAAAABig/dbRvzkMm9CA/s320/IMG_5024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVCO6IEmI/AAAAAAAABiY/0rXhilOqOlg/s1600-h/IMG_5023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 53px; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340377492492915298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVCO6IEmI/AAAAAAAABiY/0rXhilOqOlg/s320/IMG_5023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this new pair tonight. I put a color pink ruffles in the neckline and two slit on both side of the blouse. The bottom edge is white and I used elastic on the waist so it is easy to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of this style and this pair of clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more dress, summer clothes please visit my website &lt;a href="http://www.michelldesigns.com/"&gt;http://www.michelldesigns.com/&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.tdin.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.tdin.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good night to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-6139476914625776774?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/05/cuty-fruity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8XpT0h7-us/ShzVeqdduAI/AAAAAAAABiw/UI4YCOGPTlM/s72-c/IMG_5019.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2166822097825751920.post-2079947154108261160</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-22T08:16:31.510-07:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Yesterday I stayed outside for 5 hours and it is very hot outside. I watered the trees,garden, the grass in our lawn. After 5 hours I felt very tired and decided to grabbed food to eat at 3 oclock in the afternoon for my lunch. This spring is quite busy many things to do inside the house and outside. I sometimes do not have time to talk to my friends online and on the phone because when they called me sometimes I am sewing or I'm outside watering the trees and garden.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I didn't do any work inside the house and feel lazy, but when I can I am planning to sew girls dress for summer. I posted my handmade dress in my blog and my site. &lt;a href="http://www.tdin.etsy.com/"&gt;www.tdin.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; try to visit them if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2166822097825751920-2079947154108261160?l=ilovenice.info' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ilovenice.info/2009/05/yesterday-i-stayed-outside-for-5-hours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michell)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>
