<?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-29448098</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:02:41.111-06:00</updated><category term='regrets'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='sex'/><category term='me'/><category term='zane'/><category term='God'/><category term='headlam'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='song'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='mom'/><category term='morning'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='communication'/><category term='happy'/><category term='friends'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Candy's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Random things I think about everyday just for the fun of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-2537685049914491150</id><published>2011-06-20T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:03:47.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Loves Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9VhadLXWnQ/Tf9vUBrxIdI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ebqQdhrSYPA/s1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9VhadLXWnQ/Tf9vUBrxIdI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ebqQdhrSYPA/s320/Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620333249821745618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is jealous for me&lt;br /&gt;Love's like a hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;I am a tree&lt;br /&gt;Bending beneath the weight of&lt;br /&gt;His wind and mercy&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory&lt;br /&gt;and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us so&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;How He loves us so.&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves.&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are His portion and&lt;br /&gt;He is our prize,&lt;br /&gt;Drawn to redemption&lt;br /&gt;by the grace in His eyes&lt;br /&gt;If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking&lt;br /&gt;So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns&lt;br /&gt;violently inside of my chest&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves us,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;OH, how He loves&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, He loves us&lt;br /&gt;He loves us&lt;br /&gt;He loves us&lt;br /&gt;He loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves us,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, how He loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-2537685049914491150?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/2537685049914491150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=2537685049914491150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2537685049914491150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2537685049914491150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-he-loves-us.html' title='How He Loves Us'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9VhadLXWnQ/Tf9vUBrxIdI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ebqQdhrSYPA/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-2736370086937286267</id><published>2011-04-05T12:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:43:18.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>My Theme Song for 2011</title><content type='html'>It is well by Mary Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well with me&lt;br /&gt;It is well with me&lt;br /&gt;It is well with me&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love interrupted by tragedy&lt;br /&gt;What will my life be like now&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I can handle&lt;br /&gt;If it's what you have allowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well with me&lt;br /&gt;It is well with me&lt;br /&gt;It is well with me&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart been broken into pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've had more than my share of pain&lt;br /&gt;Still I believe that all things will work out for my good&lt;br /&gt;So while in my storm I'll boldly proclaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That It is well with me&lt;br /&gt; It is well with me&lt;br /&gt; It is well with me&lt;br /&gt; It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust You Lord&lt;br /&gt;I believe You Lord&lt;br /&gt;I rest in You Lord&lt;br /&gt;It may hurt some times but Lord I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well&lt;br /&gt;It is well with my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-2736370086937286267?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/2736370086937286267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=2736370086937286267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2736370086937286267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2736370086937286267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-theme-song-for-2011.html' title='My Theme Song for 2011'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-3688823766830554393</id><published>2009-07-29T06:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:54:04.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>I want to be a part.</title><content type='html'>"God put in the heart of His creation--in all of us--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the need to belong&lt;/span&gt;.  Husbands to wives, families to one another, and all of us to our heavenly Father." This quote came from one of the characters in Beverly Lewis' latest novel on the Amish called "The Secret." It has helped me to understand my need to try to fit in places that I probably should not. I want to belong, I feel this driving need to be a part of something whether it is a romantic relationship, a friendship or family members, I want to be a part. But I understand for right now in this time in my life I just need to be connected with God more than anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-3688823766830554393?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/3688823766830554393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=3688823766830554393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3688823766830554393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3688823766830554393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-be-part.html' title='I want to be a part.'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-8799300485401759981</id><published>2009-07-25T08:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:46:45.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I am still here. In spite of everything I have been through I am still here. [Thanks Dorinda Clark-Cole for writing that song.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that through trials and mistakes I still have a sane mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for this pregnancy that has complicated my world but I believe God is going to get the glory in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a great family that has stood by me through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the people I call friends who have not forsaken me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my children who get on my nervous some times but at the same time show me what love really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my church and my job that have allowed me to keep a stable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly thankful to God for loving me and for His faithfulness even in all my weaknesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-8799300485401759981?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/8799300485401759981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=8799300485401759981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8799300485401759981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8799300485401759981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-3328537982928707036</id><published>2008-12-18T06:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:47:14.124-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>It has been a year since I posted a thought on here. I believe it is time to start again. 2008 has been a interesting, weird and blessed year for me. I am thankful for so much. God has been good to me. I believe 2009 is going to be one of my best years ever. I will be 40 next year and I plan to live each day to the fullest because I think I have earned the right to enjoy myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-3328537982928707036?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/3328537982928707036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=3328537982928707036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3328537982928707036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3328537982928707036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-4803146032435257019</id><published>2007-12-17T02:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:48:16.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Mistakes &amp; Regrets</title><content type='html'>We make choices in life that someday we may look back on think that was really a mistake but I think that is ok. I think is better to make a choice then to let decision be made for you or to just let life happen. I have to learn to be ok with the choices and not to regret them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so strange to me that I have had a lot things happen in my life in the space of two years but my one regret has nothing to do with those two years. My one regret in life is the relationship I could not have with someone. I really think we could have been great friends but something hindered that and I can't really figure out what.  When I am honest with myself I realize that I don't regret having a child at seventeen or getting at married at twenty-three nor do I regret the divorce that ended it. Did those things come with pain? Yes but I am thankful that I was able to endure and have them in my life they made me a better me. But this relationship that I could not have has hurt me to the core because I could not figure why we could not be friends but I guess God must know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-4803146032435257019?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/4803146032435257019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=4803146032435257019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4803146032435257019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4803146032435257019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/12/mistakes-regrets.html' title='Mistakes &amp; Regrets'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-8103287908440048781</id><published>2007-12-13T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:02:33.661-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I am Thankful for</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I am still alive and breathing because things could be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that Rachel is safe. She is young and still learning but at least she is okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that God is still providing for us despite my dumb mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that eventually healing will come for my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know when but if I keep believing I know it will come eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that JB and KB have survived each other. They fight so much but I hope in the end they will become closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am exploring something different in my life that maybe eventually will help me understand myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that God hasn't given up on me despite my confusion on so many things when it comes to spirituality and bible knowledge, I know God still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; season will be over soon and maybe things can be normal again. Whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I have coworkers around that listen to my questions no matter how weird or too serious they are and then really answer them. I am glad they feel okay talking to me even though I may not agree with them, I am thankful they are willing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that one day I will come out of this &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; place I am in emotionally. God because this definitely can not last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my brother will be coming home soon and I am prayfully that my other brother will be safe while he is still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-8103287908440048781?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/8103287908440048781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=8103287908440048781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8103287908440048781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8103287908440048781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am Thankful for'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-6701554998317896375</id><published>2007-11-18T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:07:25.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading "Where My Heart Belongs" by Tracie Peterson. What has stayed in my mind from this book ,that was something like the story of the prodigal son, is that I need to understand the real purpose of relationships in my life. Recently, I have basically ended a friendship for no good reason other than I wanted to keep to myself and I never stop to think what this person may have needed from me. Never thought about what our relationship meant to her just focus totally on me. Today, I feel so guilty for taking my friendship away from her just because I wanted to hid from the world. Another friend told me this past week that I need to come out of hiding and socialize, today I understand the importance of that but first I must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for taking away a relationship and try to build it once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-6701554998317896375?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/6701554998317896375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=6701554998317896375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6701554998317896375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6701554998317896375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/11/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-6208985806022369972</id><published>2007-10-07T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T07:23:46.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that JB is healthy again.  He and the weather are not getting along but I think we have it under control now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that Krystal still gives me hugs even though she is too old to hang out with Mom because that is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Rachel &amp;amp; Trey living close and we still have relationship were she wants to come visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Youtube. I have spent a lot of time on this website lately watching segments of church services that my church no longer does. I miss praise songs, testimony service and a good ole shouting time. It has also been great to see all the old saints such as Mother Estella Boyd showing us what really praying is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-6208985806022369972?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/6208985806022369972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=6208985806022369972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6208985806022369972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6208985806022369972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-am-thankful-for_07.html' title='What I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-9076040336848124787</id><published>2007-10-02T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T06:47:27.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Who is Jesus?</title><content type='html'>For 21 years I have describe myself as a Christian and last week someone asked me to define Jesus and I couldn't do it. I am truly in a state of shock right now. It has totally shaken me because that should have been the easiest question in the world. While I am taking this time to learn more about myself maybe I need to for real figure out who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-9076040336848124787?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/9076040336848124787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=9076040336848124787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/9076040336848124787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/9076040336848124787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-is-jesus.html' title='Who is Jesus?'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-5855897292217905330</id><published>2007-10-01T06:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:30:33.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that God is still real to me despite what others have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that despite the bad choices I have made I am not homeless or totally without the necessities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful once again for the ability to read. I don't know how I would survive without being able to go into another world every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my children are doing okay. The oldest is really learning to depend on God for everything, the middle is learning to set goals and accomplish them for herself and the youngest is still Mommy's baby and I am thankful for the hugs he gives everyday that remind me that I am still alive and okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that despite going through a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; phase right now I am okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am learning that it is okay to be alone. Never really thought I could do it but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that this alone period won't last too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I can still be positive instead of focusing on all the negative things. My life is not that bad and I know it isn't. My parents are still alive and together. I know where my brothers are and they are not in prison. I have a relationship with my children and I talk to them everyday. I have a church I still love to go to. I have pastors that are still together. If I needed to I can still pick up the phone and talk to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; family. Things could be worse so I am thankful for what I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for health insurance. I don't have it but the children do and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; is going through a little asthma issues right now. At least I can take him to get medical help without it being a total struggle financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just thankful to be alive today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-5855897292217905330?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/5855897292217905330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=5855897292217905330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/5855897292217905330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/5855897292217905330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-6834739819059188577</id><published>2007-08-18T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:52:47.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>In the Morning...</title><content type='html'>Song by Mary Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;In the morning the&lt;br /&gt;sun's gonna shine&lt;br /&gt;In the morning no clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;When it's dark in your&lt;br /&gt;light just wait for the&lt;br /&gt;daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why my nights last so long&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;You can hear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;That You heard me pray&lt;br /&gt;You let me know&lt;br /&gt;This dark night won't last always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;You don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;So many nights you cried&lt;br /&gt;Life was breakin' your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem real hard&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no help in sight&lt;br /&gt;But don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;About it tonight `cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;In the morning the&lt;br /&gt;sun's gonna shine&lt;br /&gt;In the morning no clouds in the sky&lt;br /&gt;When it's dark in your&lt;br /&gt;light just wait for the&lt;br /&gt;daylight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-6834739819059188577?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/6834739819059188577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=6834739819059188577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6834739819059188577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6834739819059188577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-moring.html' title='In the Morning...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-4171092052462577986</id><published>2007-08-06T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T02:26:23.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>The words of a song</title><content type='html'>The words of this song tell where I am at in my life right now. I am just trying to hide and heal my heart. Hopefully by this time next year all the words of the song will fit me. But for right now I will just deal with the verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is Deborah Cox's "Nobody's Suppose to be Here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've spent all my life, on a search to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love who'll stay for eternity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heaven sent to fulfill my needs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I turn around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again, love has knocked me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart got broken, oh it hurt so bad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sad to say, love wins again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I placed my heart under lock and key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take some time, and take care of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time I swear I'm through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if only you knew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times I've said those words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then fall again, when will I ever learn &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing these tears I cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This lovely black butterfly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must take a chance, and spread my wings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love can make you do some crazy things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I placed my heart under lock and key &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To take some time, and take care of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the help of God and all the love of my family &amp;amp; friends, I will be able to take care of me and heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-4171092052462577986?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/4171092052462577986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=4171092052462577986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4171092052462577986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4171092052462577986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/08/words-of-song.html' title='The words of a song'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-6268995763843358715</id><published>2007-07-26T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:26:37.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>Dad is at home and the surgery was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how do I deal with the interesting things going on in my life. Only God knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-6268995763843358715?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/6268995763843358715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=6268995763843358715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6268995763843358715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/6268995763843358715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-4154667711420471810</id><published>2007-07-24T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:25:03.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Dad's Surgery</title><content type='html'>I am at the St. John's Mercy waiting for my dad to get out of surgery. Wow, this is so amazing to be sitting here on the web while I wait. Dad was excited about this and I will be so glad when it is over and Dad can go back to just being my Dad. Don't think life would be right without him. Right now I feel so weird it's almost like I am just going through the motions of life I am not really feeling anything. God knows and He can strengthen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-4154667711420471810?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/4154667711420471810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=4154667711420471810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4154667711420471810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4154667711420471810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/dads-surgery.html' title='Dad&apos;s Surgery'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-3300876389219132480</id><published>2007-07-22T06:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T06:47:46.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for being alive and in good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for survival and the ability to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for thoughts. Mine are really scattered today but at least I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my friends who read my thoughts and let me know that they are still my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for love and being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for stress not lasting always, joy is coming in the morning whenever that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-3300876389219132480?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/3300876389219132480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=3300876389219132480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3300876389219132480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3300876389219132480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-am-thankful-for_22.html' title='What I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-9101598590868656104</id><published>2007-07-15T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T07:37:08.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for my children. This week they have remind me that there is more to life than just bills, bills and drama. They took a trip to the zoo and showed me that just enjoying each other is still a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relevant&lt;/span&gt; part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for maturity. Spending time with some of my younger co-workers has shown me that I am growing more than I thought and that I can share that with those who want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my mother who is already doing school supply shopping that I dread doing. Thanks for taking care of us Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the diverse group of people that I know. I am so glad that I am open to listen to all and that they are willing to share with me. I know I ask questions that are sometimes annoying but I think they lead to some very interesting discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for tears. I have shed a lot of them this week but God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the unexpected. This coming week is going to bring excitement, disappointment and many other emotions but I am thankful that it is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-9101598590868656104?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/9101598590868656104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=9101598590868656104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/9101598590868656104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/9101598590868656104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-am-thankful-for_15.html' title='What I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-547038176287597624</id><published>2007-07-14T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:10:29.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Mothers &amp; Daughters</title><content type='html'>How close should this relationship be? Should mothers &amp; daughters discuss every aspect of their life? Like medical conditions or intimate relationship? How much should your mother know about you and how much should you share with your daughter? This is a complex relationship mother &amp;amp; daughter that is not easy to explore. Should your mother be your best friend or should you have the relationship that defines who is older and younger? As usual all have are questions that I guess the answers don't really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-547038176287597624?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/547038176287597624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=547038176287597624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/547038176287597624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/547038176287597624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/mothers-daughters.html' title='Mothers &amp; Daughters'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-3652102582425185225</id><published>2007-07-11T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T15:14:21.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><content type='html'>Heard a line in a movie that said "Happiness is about choices". I started to think about what is happiness. I guess it is really what I chose to define it as the same as success.  If I make what I think are the right choices then maybe I will achieve happiness.  What I think would make me happy right now is just knowing what I want out of life. Once I figure out what I want then maybe I will be able to share that with someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-3652102582425185225?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/3652102582425185225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=3652102582425185225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3652102582425185225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3652102582425185225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-233505360871164932</id><published>2007-07-09T19:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:53:46.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What is a Friend?</title><content type='html'>This is something I have pondered on for years. What is a friend? Everyone I ask see it differently. One person may define one as "a person you know well and regard with affection and trust." Another may define one as "acquaintance: a person with whom you are acquainted." Yet another may define one as someone you just hangout with or talk to sometimes (this would be Johnathan's definition as long as you play with him and do it his way then you are his friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am closer to understanding what I think a friend is and that means I do not have many. A friend is someone I can talk to at any time so that would rule out half the people I know because there are certain times of the day that I can not talk to them. A friend is someone who will you call every now and then to see how you are doing even if it is weeks or months apart. That means you call them and they call you not just one person doing all the calling or at least a email occasionally and not something that was just forwarded from someone else. A friend is a person that will tell you the truth even when you don't want to hear it. Even though the conversation may get ugly they still let you know what the truth is despite how you feel about it. Then when the truth has opened a deep wound that person is still there to help you mend it, that's a friend. A friend is a person who will stand behind you and support you even when they know what you are getting ready to do is ignorant and stupid. And then when you fall they are there to help you pick yourself up and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the title best friend. Will someone please tell me what that is? Because I am almost 40 years old and I have not figured this one out yet. Google says it is the friend that is closest to you that you trust and share everything with you know their family members and they know yours. I guess because I have never really had or maybe because I don't have one now I don't know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely love some feedback on this subject. So everyone feel free to comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-233505360871164932?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/233505360871164932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=233505360871164932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/233505360871164932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/233505360871164932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-friend.html' title='What is a Friend?'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-3376106248903676140</id><published>2007-07-08T06:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T07:41:48.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I Am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for peace of mind because I feel it coming sooner than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the ability to hear. I believe I have done entirely too much talking lately and it is now time for me to just actively listen to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the writers Beverly Lewis and Wanda Brunstetter. Reading these two women's novels based in the Amish community has given me more love for the faith in God that I do have. It has given me an appreciation for salvation as I understand it to be and it has made me thankful that God has covered my sins is His blood so that I do not have to work toward that redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for family. My family may not be what I want it to be but one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for gospel music. For me there is no other genre of music that can remind me that I will be okay. I may be down at one point and put on a Clark Sisters cd and then I remember that I am "Blessed &amp; Highly Favored." Or I can watch Mahalia Jackson on Youtube and realize that God's grace is truly "Amazing Grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Joyce Meyer who explains prayer as easy and understandable as ever in her new book "The Power of Simple Prayer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my baby Rachel, she thinks she is all grown-up now but she will always be my baby. I am so proud of my baby for being focused, determined, responsible and for sharing Trey Trey with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-3376106248903676140?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/3376106248903676140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=3376106248903676140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3376106248903676140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3376106248903676140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-am-thankful-for_08.html' title='What I Am Thankful For...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-3146454693199913880</id><published>2007-07-01T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T08:03:07.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>What I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for being able to see. I was able to finally get my new pair of glasses and I am excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a place to live. Paying rent is not something I love but I am glad I have a safe place to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for vehicles that run. I depend on good transportation more than I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for memories. Yesterday I ran across a tape of Ms. Veeve doing praise &amp; worship. I miss you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my brothers--Vannie, Vernon &amp;amp; Vincent. Despite the fact that we don't talk alot I know they have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my dog, Spicey. When no one else wants to go, Spicey is ready all the time and she loves on me even when I won't let her do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that God is faithful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-3146454693199913880?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/3146454693199913880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=3146454693199913880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3146454693199913880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3146454693199913880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-5749619527746904948</id><published>2007-06-30T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:28:51.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headlam'/><title type='text'>Mother Headlam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpydwDpwWQQ/RoZ8KA0BWVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mBdkV3GHEks/s1600-h/Mother+Headlam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081885740992911698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpydwDpwWQQ/RoZ8KA0BWVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mBdkV3GHEks/s320/Mother+Headlam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I really miss Mother Headlam. I remember the times when I would pick her to take her to doctor appointments or whereever she needed me to take her. She was so grateful for me picking her up but I tried to explain to her that I probably got more out of it than her because I needed her wisdom, her advice, her understanding and her love. I know her children and grandchildren really miss her, she was precious to us all. Mother would tell me to "Pray, baby, God is going to work it all out." I miss that so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Mother. I wish you were here to show me what faith in God means. I am going to hold on to the example you showed and the stories you told to remind me that God is able and faithful. Thank you, Mother for allowing me to be one of your daughters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/29448098-5749619527746904948?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/5749619527746904948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=5749619527746904948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/5749619527746904948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/5749619527746904948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother-headlam.html' title='Mother Headlam'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YpydwDpwWQQ/RoZ8KA0BWVI/AAAAAAAAAWw/mBdkV3GHEks/s72-c/Mother+Headlam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-8665398271640096333</id><published>2007-06-27T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:06:47.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zane'/><title type='text'>Women &amp; Communciation</title><content type='html'>Women need to realize that by communicating all sorts of doors will be opened and some might even be closed that should have been closed a long time ago. By that, I mean that if women feel comfortable discussing their sexuality, they might stop settling for less than what they deserve.--Zane--Library Journal, 6/27/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote really got me to thinking today. If I can talk about who I am sexually and what I want maybe I can get it. That's powerful. It's all about knowing what you want and who you are. Talking can be substantial to who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-8665398271640096333?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/8665398271640096333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=8665398271640096333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8665398271640096333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8665398271640096333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/06/women-communciation.html' title='Women &amp; Communciation'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-3123464955640310887</id><published>2007-06-24T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:13:48.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am Thankful For....</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for wonderful children who get on my nerves sometimes but are truly a joy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a beautiful grandson who loves his grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for great parents who support &amp;amp; love me through everything I do even when they don't agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for awesome pastors who teach the word of God powerfully and then turn and live it the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for jobs that I love and for having coworkers that make them worth going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the ability to read, exploring other realities has been wonderful for me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for friends who keep me sane and in touch with reality, thank you girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Ms. Sarah, girl thank you for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for sleep, I haven't gotten alot of that lately but when I do I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for peace of mind that I know is coming slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for knowing what love is, it may hurt sometimes but I am glad I know what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-3123464955640310887?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/3123464955640310887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=3123464955640310887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3123464955640310887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/3123464955640310887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am Thankful For....'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-2830906693164028291</id><published>2007-06-19T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:00:43.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>I Wear A Pink Ribbon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dedicate this poem to my mother. I love you Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Wear A Pink Ribbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Kimberly R. Harris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A silent killer with no face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thief within the night.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A constant battle for my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bitter evil fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;The scars remind me of the day\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;It knocked at my souls door.\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;It tried to rob me of my strength\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;It left me on the floor.\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;To survive, I had to sacrifice\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scars remind me of the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It knocked at my souls door.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It tried to rob me of my strength &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It left me on the floor.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To survive, I had to sacrifice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;My Breast and even my hair\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;It showed no pity as it snatched\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;These things without a care.\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;I started to give up my fight\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;I felt I could take no more\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;Then God reached down and\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Breast and even my hair&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It showed no pity as it snatched &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These things without a care.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started to give up my fight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt I could take no more&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then God reached down and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;Gently picked me up off the floor.\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;He wiped my face and blew my nose\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;Just like my mama use to do.\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;He said don&amp;#39;t cry my child\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;For I have things in store for you.\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gently picked me up off the floor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wiped my face and blew my nose &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like my mama use to do.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said don't cry my child&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I have things in store for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;I did not bring you all this way\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;to leave you high and dry.\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;I love you and you are my child\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;So hold your head up high.\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;There is nothing that I cannot fix,\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;No pain I can&amp;#39;t erase.\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did not bring you all this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to leave you high and dry.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and you are my child &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So hold your head up high.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing that I cannot fix, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No pain I can't erase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;Have faith and know that I am here\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;There is nothing you can&amp;#39;t face!\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;So then I threw my hands up high\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;And gave God all his praise!\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;For my soul has been uplifted\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;And my SPIRIT has been raised!\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have faith and know that I am here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing you can't face! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So then I threw my hands up high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And gave God all his praise!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my soul has been uplifted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my SPIRIT has been raised! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;I&amp;#39;ll fight this fight with cancer\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;And I know I will be fine.\u003c/em\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;For God said it and I know its true,\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px\" align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;That VICTORY is mine!!\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\n\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cdiv align\u003d\"center\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Comic Sans MS\" size\u003d\"2\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\" size\u003d\"3\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Verdana\"\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.outlookonhealth.com/kimberlypoem.htm\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Times New Roman\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;Visit Kimberly\n\u003c/em\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/a\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll fight this fight with cancer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know I will be fine.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God said it and I know its true, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That VICTORY is mine!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-2830906693164028291?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/2830906693164028291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=2830906693164028291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2830906693164028291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2830906693164028291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wear-pink-ribbon.html' title='I Wear A Pink Ribbon'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-2989593614303568934</id><published>2007-06-14T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:58:26.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammogram</title><content type='html'>One day in April I had a mammogram. Then in May the Doc request another one and then the awful word biopsy came up. The surgeon checkout out the films and said I am not sure if you really need this. Another Doc checked it out and said I don't think a biopsy is necessary. This Wednesday I saw the experts at Washington University Cancer Center and they said come back in six months, the biopsy is not necessary. What I thought would be a simple mammogram turned into an adventure but its still all good. Thanks Mom for showing me that I can endure all things and God will give me the victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-2989593614303568934?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/2989593614303568934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=2989593614303568934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2989593614303568934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2989593614303568934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/06/mammogram.html' title='Mammogram'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-4012516585728618925</id><published>2007-06-12T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:30:09.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But God...</title><content type='html'>"No matter what’s happening in my life, when I trust God He can deliver me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning the gear shift in the car broke, but God.&lt;br /&gt;I drove it to drop the kids off in first gear with no reverse, but God.&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic said the cables weren't even attached to the transmission, but God.&lt;br /&gt;Estimated repairs were over $500, but God.&lt;br /&gt;The car is now fixed and I am not broke, ain't God awesome that's why I trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there waiting for the car to be fixed all I could say is thank you Jesus even though it looked like a mess, BUT GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-4012516585728618925?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/4012516585728618925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=4012516585728618925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4012516585728618925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4012516585728618925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-won.html' title='But God...'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-4390264433851831622</id><published>2007-05-28T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:34:49.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions?</title><content type='html'>I think today all I have are questions.&lt;br /&gt;Why does life have to be so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't issues and people be easy to understand?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't love just happen? Why is something you have to work at?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so bad? Why can't love make life easier?&lt;br /&gt;The answers to these questions would be great but if they don't come I hope to one day just be happy with what I do know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-4390264433851831622?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/4390264433851831622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=4390264433851831622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4390264433851831622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4390264433851831622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/05/questions.html' title='Questions?'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-4616341422296326826</id><published>2007-05-24T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:14:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“God made woman beautiful and foolish; beautiful, that man might love her; and foolish, that she might love him”&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurel Thatcher Ulrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how I feel today but God. I feel foolish but I guess at least I can say I know what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-4616341422296326826?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/4616341422296326826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=4616341422296326826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4616341422296326826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/4616341422296326826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/05/interesting-quote.html' title='Interesting Quote'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-8877764406550540584</id><published>2007-05-15T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:06:18.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Has Done It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-AMP-14720" class="sup"&gt;Psalm 52:9 &lt;/span&gt;I will thank You and confide in You forever, because You have done it [delivered me and kept me safe]. I will wait on, hope in and expect in Your name, for it is good, in the presence of Your saints (Your kind and pious ones).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything I have gone through in the past two years, God has been faithful and He has done it. Now it is time for a praise break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-8877764406550540584?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/8877764406550540584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=8877764406550540584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8877764406550540584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/8877764406550540584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-has-done-it.html' title='God Has Done It!'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-1091515067772950413</id><published>2007-05-14T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:53:43.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt; Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wasn't with my mother this year, I still think home is where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom for being great, wonderful &amp;amp; awesome.&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/29448098-1091515067772950413?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/1091515067772950413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=1091515067772950413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/1091515067772950413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/1091515067772950413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-7522524874286834470</id><published>2007-05-09T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:13:26.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Questions to Ask Yourself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) If you could do anything you want to tomorrow, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go to church and stay there by myself all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) What do I want my life to be about?&lt;/em&gt; Showing other what Christ is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;What are your special talents?&lt;/em&gt; I can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) What do you do better than most people you know?&lt;/em&gt; Laugh at just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What were your dreams as a child? &lt;/span&gt;I don't really remember my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the thing you are most proud of accomplishing in your life so far?&lt;/span&gt; Staying saved and taking care of my children&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What will you regret not doing in your life if you continue as you are now?&lt;/span&gt; Being as happy as I possibly can be.&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you want people to say about you after you are no longer living? What is your legacy?&lt;/span&gt; That she really loved God and showed it through her actions. I want my children to be able to remember that Mama trusted God no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you want to do when you retire?&lt;/span&gt; Travel to as many foreign countries as possible.&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside of parents who influenced your life more than anyone else; who had an impact on your life and what was it about that person that meant something to you? &lt;/span&gt;I had an English teacher named Mrs. Bennett who called me to the first of the class and told me that she had seen the books I read and I thought I could accomplish more that I was striving to do at the time. She gave me the convinced me that I was capable of doing something. Many people have impacted my life and I don't think I have the space to explain each one because people come into my life during season of my life when I need them. I don't know if I could have survived without some of them but God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-7522524874286834470?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/7522524874286834470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=7522524874286834470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/7522524874286834470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/7522524874286834470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-10-questions.html' title='Top 10 Questions'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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-29448098.post-2683594834696279431</id><published>2007-05-07T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:54:50.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cataloger&lt;br /&gt;2. Library Assistant&lt;br /&gt;3. Graduate Assistant&lt;br /&gt;4. Day Care Secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies you could watch over and over &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Diary of a Mad Black Woman&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretty Woman&lt;br /&gt;4. Why Did I Get Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I Have Lived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Illinois&lt;br /&gt;2. Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. Missouri&lt;br /&gt;4. Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Law &amp; Order, SVU&lt;br /&gt;2. CSI&lt;br /&gt;3. Closer&lt;br /&gt;4. Ghost Whisperer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I have Visited &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;2. Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;3. Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;4. North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Websites I visit daily (almost) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Newspapers&lt;br /&gt;2. Google&lt;br /&gt;3. Lewis &amp; Clark Library System&lt;br /&gt;4.  Wikiopedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;2. My Mother's Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;3. My Mother's Sweet Potato Pie&lt;br /&gt;4. Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite beverages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jones Apple Soda&lt;br /&gt;2. Water&lt;br /&gt;3.Mountain Dew Red&lt;br /&gt;4. Kool-Aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I would rather be right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A warm island&lt;br /&gt;2.Venice, Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. Cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;4. Church all by myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-2683594834696279431?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/2683594834696279431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=2683594834696279431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2683594834696279431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/2683594834696279431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/05/four-things-about-me.html' title='Four Things About Me'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29448098.post-7749906986308961771</id><published>2007-05-05T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:39:55.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday at Work</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the first days I really wished I was at home instead of at work.&lt;br /&gt;I took Johnathan to Rachel's place and Trey wanted to stay with me. I wish I was with him. Instead I am at work wishing I was home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29448098-7749906986308961771?l=candybumpers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/feeds/7749906986308961771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29448098&amp;postID=7749906986308961771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/7749906986308961771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29448098/posts/default/7749906986308961771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candybumpers.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-saturday-at-work.html' title='Another Saturday at Work'/><author><name>LibraryCat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668171226342662140</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></feed>
