<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:21:18.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have To Say</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414.post-116141673543114195</id><published>2006-10-21T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:06:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It has been a long time since I made a post .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;My comp died ,so I took a vacation from blogging for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Since Im back I have decided that I will try to write at least every other day just some little tidbit to remind myself ,that yes indeed I have a life . It,s as simple as I can keep it. With Four children and all. I am starting to weed out all of the un-necessary erands that we do . Like going to the store three times a day for things, some days . I am keeping an ongoing list of everything we need and or run out of at any given time . That way when we go we can just grab the list. Seems that nowdays when my husband asks on the spur of the moment what we need at the store, my mind draws a blank. And or I rattle off some things and forget something as important as Coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; It is getting colder and I just love this weather. Makes me feel more creative(weather it is working or not has yet to be seen). Im thinking about painting. Maybe curtains for the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; Yesterday evening my 4yr old  booped his eye on our Labrador retrievers head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;When it happend we all heard this ...well what sounded like two skulls knocking together...not a good sound! He immediatly started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;We watched him for awhile and made sure he was ok. Decided to carve our two pumpkins while passing the time. He desided how the face would look on the large pumpkin and then our 14yo daughter decided to take the smaller of the two. They both turned out good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;He ended up being ok and was happy to be able to stay up way past his bedtime. We have yet to see what it looks like, as I write this at 2:30 in the morning. But its late, so off I go to slumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Praise the Lord for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Blessings, Cynthia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28803414-116141673543114195?l=all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/116141673543114195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28803414&amp;postID=116141673543114195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/116141673543114195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/116141673543114195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414.post-115181694883787332</id><published>2006-07-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:07:56.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about change,  starting over , struggles and work ,Husband, Children (in my case), washing clothes and dishes over and over again. And somewhere in between, time to play , relax and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately.... It's about God changing us from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;It's about me being able to say whatever your will Lord and not mine.....which would be to....well get comfey.&lt;br /&gt;I am noticeing a pattern here. Whenever I feel I have made some headway in my relationships with others, namely my Husband. I start to feel somewhat like I have made it through such a difficult time in our relationship,  that nothing could ever go that wrong again.&lt;br /&gt; Then well.......sin happens and one of us says something we should not have~ and or dont say something we should have .&lt;br /&gt;It's well,... I think the best word I can think of is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;It gets to be a mess when we get sloppy and selfish . Lately its been more Him,but i've been in his shoes before.&lt;br /&gt;However it is over and we Talked. He even said that he wasn't feeling very much like we were one flesh lately. I agreed, and we forgave each other.&lt;br /&gt; So now I feel a huge relief about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had a fine day and spent some time outside with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day " Love one Another"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28803414-115181694883787332?l=all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/115181694883787332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28803414&amp;postID=115181694883787332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/115181694883787332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/115181694883787332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-about-change-starting-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414.post-115129905308217257</id><published>2006-06-25T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:21:23.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word of God Speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm finding myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at a loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the funny thing is -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last thing I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what you would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word of God speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would you pour down like rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;washing my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be still and know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you're in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please let me stay and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in your holiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word of God speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm finding myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the midst of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beyond the music, beyond the noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word of God speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would you pour down like rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;washing my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be still and know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you're in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please let me stay and rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in your holiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Word of God speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm finding myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at a loss for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the funny thing is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28803414-115129905308217257?l=all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/115129905308217257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28803414&amp;postID=115129905308217257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/115129905308217257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/115129905308217257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/2006/06/word-of-god-speak-im-finding-myself-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414.post-115047253868782212</id><published>2006-06-16T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T07:59:29.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5844/3056/1600/DSCN1867.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5844/3056/200/DSCN1867.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well its been some time since i made my last post and allot of things have changed and nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;You may think that contradictory but its not.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly it is what has been going on inside of me that has changed. My thoughts about not having the money to buy things I want, but realizing that I dont have to go without things I need. If I do not have it, God will provide if I need it. To not trust that God knows just what I need when I need it would be a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was thinking ....how in the the world were we going to make it until payday. Then My sis calls and says she wants to give me some money because she felt led to do it. God just provided what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a few minutes to realize that it was a direct answer to prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I have prayed the same prayer before and we just struggled until payday, but the renewed strength and creativity in my meal planning was the answer I needed at that time. God will always give us exactly what we need.&lt;br /&gt;So if that is true why do I complain?&lt;br /&gt;I have tried time and time again to catch myself when I do this.&lt;br /&gt;It just means I am not trusting in the providence of God.&lt;br /&gt;That all things work for the good to those who love God.&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeing that in the realm of my progressive sanctification, that I will learn not to complain, and trust that there are no mistakes. That the days will go according to plan.....His  plan . That's the part that hasn't changed.&lt;br /&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/28803414-115047253868782212?l=all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/115047253868782212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28803414&amp;postID=115047253868782212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/115047253868782212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/115047253868782212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/2006/06/well-its-been-some-time-since-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414.post-114931291298481709</id><published>2006-06-02T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:22:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5844/3056/1600/DSCN1494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5844/3056/200/DSCN1494.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What I did today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my day was not all that interesting ... I cleaned my house.&lt;br /&gt;May not sound very exciting,but I gave it the Super duper . You know that cleaning you do when the inlaws are coming?&lt;br /&gt;My husband was glad though. I was thinking that I could do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe twice a year! Ha Ha!  No really, he thanked me for it.&lt;br /&gt;Then He asked the same question he always asks when I do this.&lt;br /&gt;"Will I be able to find all my stuff"&lt;br /&gt;This time I did make it a point to put his things where he can find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made Spegetti, with Italian Sausage in maranara sauce...yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we talked with the neighbors over the fence about the news of the day.&lt;br /&gt;We finally went in after about an hour because the mosquitoes were "eating us alive" was the consensus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine day all in all....The kids helped with the cleaning in the am and kept themselves busy after lunch so as not to provoke me to ask them to do anything&lt;br /&gt;that had to do with cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.....Plain and Simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;We know that all things work together for good to them that love God.&lt;br /&gt;Romans viii.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/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/28803414-114931291298481709?l=all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/114931291298481709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28803414&amp;postID=114931291298481709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/114931291298481709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/114931291298481709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-i-did-today-well-my-day-was-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414.post-114900088062052682</id><published>2006-05-30T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:54:53.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well yesterday went well, if you don't count the fact that there was a shootout that started by our house. It must have been around 6:00 pm when i heard the car come down our street and NOT stop at the corner (with the stop sign). He just flew through, hidro-plaining when he hit a bump in the road. Then as he neared the end of our street where the water towers are , I thought I was hearing back fire from his car. Nope! That was gunshots! Next only to see the police coming up on his heels, screaching down the street in their new Turbo powered sports cars. I watched them until they drove out of site . There were more gun shots from down the road. Beyond that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don't know what happend to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; guy. If he is alive or not.     &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's not that I think theese&lt;br /&gt;things can't happen in my neighborhood. Just that it never had until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joinjake.com/content/img/f27525/neighbors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.joinjake.com/content/img/f27525/neighbors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; this point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually the highlight of my day. I was able to see people who n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ever walk out of their homes. I mean I know they live there, but I never see them, and im out all the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Not that anyone was having deep conversation or anythi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ng but it was interesting to SEE my neighbors. I often think about what life was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;before air conditioning in Texas. Before cable TV with surround sound came out. I happen to think people probably talked to each other more. I think it still happens in some parts of this world today and maybe in your neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28803414-114900088062052682?l=all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/114900088062052682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28803414&amp;postID=114900088062052682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/114900088062052682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/114900088062052682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-yesterday-went-well-if-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28803414.post-114867953393456772</id><published>2006-05-26T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:29:14.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5844/3056/1600/DSCN1522.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5844/3056/320/DSCN1522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at introductions and I tend to ramble on at times, but I will try.&lt;br /&gt;Im Cynthia married to my husband for 18 years and&lt;br /&gt;mother of four children ages 21,17,13, and 4.&lt;br /&gt;I am 40 and am discovering that If im going to become more of anything i need to hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a closet artist most of my life. I enjoy doing so many things, but don't do them because I am doing so much for the children,house husband etc...&lt;br /&gt;All that is well and good.....But&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking....it's time for a change&lt;br /&gt;The word "TAWANDA"comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;No I dont plan on doing any thing distructive...yet&lt;br /&gt;And since I am a Christian woman wont be focusing on anything immoral.&lt;br /&gt;Still love my husband, so won't be doin a Dolores Claiborne .&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I should do some things that will nuture myself for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what this Blog is all about. Something for me.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to talk about life and the people whom God has put in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I might vent, and share struggles.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere where I can Read and hear about others lives and perhaps....&lt;br /&gt;learn a thing or two or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28803414-114867953393456772?l=all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/feeds/114867953393456772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28803414&amp;postID=114867953393456772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/114867953393456772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28803414/posts/default/114867953393456772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-i-have-to-say.blogspot.com/2006/05/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02703173396068344302</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
