tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74074226517450347532024-02-02T09:08:15.872-07:00Foster Me UpAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-46618953748851043022014-07-31T21:24:00.000-07:002014-07-31T21:24:03.121-07:00Woweeeeeee!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-6078925163693157062013-02-21T01:34:00.000-07:002013-02-21T01:34:06.047-07:00Omg. It's been more than a year since I've posted. Can you say, depression? I am on my feet now and miss the blogging world but especially, Sandee. To you, I say thanks for being my best supporter. I received your email and wonder if you received mine months ago where I thanked you for reading my book and sharing my story with me. You are a true, caring soul. That's all for now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-20407439908858002802012-01-28T16:43:00.004-07:002012-01-28T16:53:18.484-07:00Pennsylvania<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnohm0TIemzNT0epY0X-YsK_th1TO0VTUbK1w0hHctAUtt-bR3ADBv9gY85nhHtgOFR0ZuV4dJYDYzAMQn5hZP8RVaq7Vcc9d2KgP-n27V3RuQ0cE7Qg3XY6AzPbYnfeMOYoj7Ljtv8VQ/s1600/Foster+Focus+cover_9_copy-372x469.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnohm0TIemzNT0epY0X-YsK_th1TO0VTUbK1w0hHctAUtt-bR3ADBv9gY85nhHtgOFR0ZuV4dJYDYzAMQn5hZP8RVaq7Vcc9d2KgP-n27V3RuQ0cE7Qg3XY6AzPbYnfeMOYoj7Ljtv8VQ/s400/Foster+Focus+cover_9_copy-372x469.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702834437315680658" border="0" /></a>Coming up, I will have a link to my contribution to <a href="http://fosterfocusmag.com/index.html">Foster Focus</a> magazine. The editor is based out of Pennsylvania, but has built national exposure. I will be the featured author in February. I do not even know what to say.<br /><br />More gifts brought to me from the universe soon - with God as my upper power lighting the path that humbly lies before me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-986203132252852692012-01-17T08:00:00.000-07:002012-01-17T08:00:13.158-07:00Foster Me Up is Now Available on Kindle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXg4lMVI6BA-0YjQGhSLF_wYG6Kau1K7kXJvahTAo279u9tSGrmg_izKM59obUnWVfElBWt5rrL9ZAOL9Kq-VgBow0Np4kPhw7lH7AbK60ZB96uxYD46SQGIlY6hgV9II9WJO4M_LSmY/s1600/stock-vector-drawing-of-hand-with-a-feather-pen-80245693.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCXg4lMVI6BA-0YjQGhSLF_wYG6Kau1K7kXJvahTAo279u9tSGrmg_izKM59obUnWVfElBWt5rrL9ZAOL9Kq-VgBow0Np4kPhw7lH7AbK60ZB96uxYD46SQGIlY6hgV9II9WJO4M_LSmY/s400/stock-vector-drawing-of-hand-with-a-feather-pen-80245693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698437857702913106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Does it really get any better than this? Why yes. Yes, it does. I shall make it a daily point of my pen to aim higher and higher.</span> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-65345198207830156932012-01-16T20:11:00.005-07:002012-01-28T17:51:54.133-07:00Texas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC71p1lTLxEqRQn212JJptf2HrZYygr4aqZsoyHeRDafP7PE2NqqgAn9zY7wpKM5EipzQtVB42NH4VYp8Jcqq4KEPLV4_pPnAaJbT2WY4I967YiQWZWKZDMIm48R0BWg4fjhpxWiBfQEw/s1600/stock-photo-wireless-aluminum-keyboard-detail-7720129.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC71p1lTLxEqRQn212JJptf2HrZYygr4aqZsoyHeRDafP7PE2NqqgAn9zY7wpKM5EipzQtVB42NH4VYp8Jcqq4KEPLV4_pPnAaJbT2WY4I967YiQWZWKZDMIm48R0BWg4fjhpxWiBfQEw/s400/stock-photo-wireless-aluminum-keyboard-detail-7720129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698435239535100962" border="0" /></a>I have been asked to write an article for the Editor of the <a href="http://www.tffa.org/">Texas Foster Care Association </a>and <a href="http://www.nfpainc.org/">National Foster Parent Assocation</a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>. It will be published in March of 2012. I am truly blessed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-75525240291133913512012-01-06T22:08:00.004-07:002012-01-06T22:11:09.819-07:00Foster Me Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmtemF-Sn6BZwQNMIbSW7cPvYAPDSAn_HzxcrvH4O7M4n26N0tlmgV6LrZel7swMdpxECyaYHACCO5-SAAe7N0vG-k7BNMH7arZAow3A6iwyswb-TAxG9AEhq9af-t36P8a450ErRTjk8/s1600/Cover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmtemF-Sn6BZwQNMIbSW7cPvYAPDSAn_HzxcrvH4O7M4n26N0tlmgV6LrZel7swMdpxECyaYHACCO5-SAAe7N0vG-k7BNMH7arZAow3A6iwyswb-TAxG9AEhq9af-t36P8a450ErRTjk8/s400/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694752766399632146" border="0" /></a>You can purchase a copy on Amazon.com. Press release went out yesterday as well so many sales channels have been touched. More to come...<br /><br />Dream come true. May you enjoy my story.<br /><span id="fullpost"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-24019509168726804192011-12-21T22:20:00.001-07:002012-01-06T22:15:21.995-07:00Dec. 21, 2011. Foster Me Up has been Published<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ruFs_dJxmuKE5X-Sc93z_vaq8oMtZrZ738RXtzmNlPnlvfTfWD3JQZX8bk0w2I7b1JAx2Guqb6nGi975SDmZxVkw8HWKIlApL6_-u6PsonhBCMeO6sOkmY7VrKsvT5LUjwdQV2u2VV8/s1600/Cover.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ruFs_dJxmuKE5X-Sc93z_vaq8oMtZrZ738RXtzmNlPnlvfTfWD3JQZX8bk0w2I7b1JAx2Guqb6nGi975SDmZxVkw8HWKIlApL6_-u6PsonhBCMeO6sOkmY7VrKsvT5LUjwdQV2u2VV8/s400/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694386043767719970" border="0" /></a><br />A shocking, harrowing, and ultimately inspiring journey, Rhonda Zimmer’s life story—and that of her twin sister’s—is an extraordinary glimpse into the power of will, the strength of spirit, and the tenacity of two young women determined to turn their lives into rich, rewarding experiences. And what is possibly the most astounding thing of all is that in her recounting of the events of her life, author Rhonda Zimmer turns the other cheek with such ease and grace, her nature being one of extraordinary humility and awe-inducing peace and serenity. A must-read that teaches us all the power we hold inside, Foster Me Up: Entering the “System” Doesn’t Have to Mean the End is a reminder that only you can decide what is an ending, and what is a beginning.<br /><br /><br />Find it on Amazon.com. Kindle version coming soon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-6388385564217887762011-10-14T23:26:00.002-07:002011-10-14T23:27:41.845-07:00Oh my goodnessFoster Me Up to be published and on the shelves by Christmas?! Received mock-up cover last night...Can't wait to share.<span id="fullpost"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-7332009011665831112011-08-01T13:19:00.004-07:002011-08-01T13:33:06.951-07:00Snide in the Smoldering Summer Sun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSATjw89bxlFIwWcHXQ50H0L2CfoOyEwsgupsExaFx3U7OByC0QOhUCGXc9D3NL6_g2bjLQQxInnL-TsBKjVwRjGywen0jyrJzK1s4_XFQ8YkZ-PChyphenhyphenD-z1umdPxcDjY_0oVD-6ZquZrw/s1600/Popcorn.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635984929059153650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSATjw89bxlFIwWcHXQ50H0L2CfoOyEwsgupsExaFx3U7OByC0QOhUCGXc9D3NL6_g2bjLQQxInnL-TsBKjVwRjGywen0jyrJzK1s4_XFQ8YkZ-PChyphenhyphenD-z1umdPxcDjY_0oVD-6ZquZrw/s400/Popcorn.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-45041050062677899372011-07-26T19:09:00.008-07:002011-07-26T19:32:15.910-07:00Thirty-Two Thousand Eight Hundred Ninety-Six Words<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5vs5idpydoYifhtqkiC0zsBIt6MaH_C5FtL7Dn1AOZulp9ldFVmUHM3x3F8XIESX0BeWzRHJHkjBDMPFguj1ig8EyZVnq38PEcEFd8dLvjJB8F8RgsEvdBhTJswM64fMuUY_7TXeQE8/s1600/Me.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5vs5idpydoYifhtqkiC0zsBIt6MaH_C5FtL7Dn1AOZulp9ldFVmUHM3x3F8XIESX0BeWzRHJHkjBDMPFguj1ig8EyZVnq38PEcEFd8dLvjJB8F8RgsEvdBhTJswM64fMuUY_7TXeQE8/s400/Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633853561501006098" border="0" /></a>...and 113 pages later. I look up toward the heavens and thank God for guiding the way. Color me done - manuscript is at its finality. The only words I have left are, my husband inspired me and out of nowhere the flood gates opened -- my memory returned and within eight days I finished. I might also add, I believe <a href="http://rnning2wn2.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-baby-girl-is-gone.html">my little girl leaving me</a> had something to do with it too. Who knows. Spiritual power comes from above and that's what matters. Regardless, I did it. Now I find a literary agent. Any thoughts? If not, I will have to close my eyes and point aimlessly at the Google links provided.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-84990617902553162722011-07-25T19:53:00.003-07:002011-07-25T20:03:55.395-07:00My Baby Girl Is Gone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CR-Iy2GZVRkk1Ql0OvmBA73Hpom56o-8a6cdqNeXm7Xt1C03vKP6A2LnYgV7sUSu75excTIlLUgX9FGKeEptEN40jaGTdwAmvrZHenhBhJwbnd7pxeBziKxdN_Ac2OFBVV_kBd_HmSY/s1600/Baci+in+chair.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CR-Iy2GZVRkk1Ql0OvmBA73Hpom56o-8a6cdqNeXm7Xt1C03vKP6A2LnYgV7sUSu75excTIlLUgX9FGKeEptEN40jaGTdwAmvrZHenhBhJwbnd7pxeBziKxdN_Ac2OFBVV_kBd_HmSY/s400/Baci+in+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633490546616128386" border="0" /></a><span class="fbPhotoCaptionText">In loving memory of my best friend of five years. She was at my heals at every moment, I heard her every sound, and she heard mine. She became my habit, my love, my everything. I took her everywhere I could. I never stopped thinking of her and never stopped wondering what she needed. She became my every breath.<br /><br />I took care of her as if she were my child…I clipped her toe nails, gave her baths, cleaned her ears, brushed her coat, ensured she had her anal expressions and when her kidneys seemed to be failing, I put her on a diet. I took her on walks, hikes, and runs. We traveled everywhere together. She was my all and when I got a job last year and she was out of my presence, I missed her. She was so happy to greet me when I arrived home and I her. She was playful, loving, aloof, royal, but no matter what, she was my baby. I expected 10-12 years and I got five. But I will take it, ‘cause that’s what I got. She was the best thing to ever happen to me….ever…my whole life. Baci Fiona Jana, I love you and I miss you with all my heart and soul...5 months later, I still cry almost every day.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-61794145379935890092011-01-24T20:52:00.007-07:002011-01-24T21:00:45.701-07:00New Beginnings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB895zxcYBVuyuc1MfEVe6DCUVo4O94TOpCZj1ccnEJNsTfK-OUPazzSjCHXCQ6T8pxCrOA2U7JN8Vl3YLZilTejb90VkXjqYYnbpdZ6kX2UqpLP1RAP3rHpHCQsRoHMu9yyRd6SPRlTM/s1600/wedding+066.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB895zxcYBVuyuc1MfEVe6DCUVo4O94TOpCZj1ccnEJNsTfK-OUPazzSjCHXCQ6T8pxCrOA2U7JN8Vl3YLZilTejb90VkXjqYYnbpdZ6kX2UqpLP1RAP3rHpHCQsRoHMu9yyRd6SPRlTM/s400/wedding+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565967115401966498" border="0" /></a>Holy long time no blog. Since I left my 8-year relationship with M&M, I moved 5 times, bought a house, been blessed with a wonderful job and got married (in our new front lawn -- see pic). Here are me and my husband, Stu. So happy...but a bit sad I have been away (guess I've been busy?)<br /><br />Hope all of you are well and happy. I know I am. *smoochies*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-65541018070739514662010-06-08T11:45:00.001-07:002010-06-08T11:45:31.452-07:00I Miss Everything About You<object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowFullScreen="true"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"/><param name="flashVars" value="id=v218664421&eID=1301797&lang=us&enableFullScreen=0&shareEnable=1"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v218664421&eID=1301797&lang=us&ympsc=4195329&enableFullScreen=1&shareEnable=1" /></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-24211212217055609982010-06-02T17:30:00.004-07:002010-06-03T13:49:28.551-07:00To My Dear Friend<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span>Always</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Shattered and broken,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tainted and bruised by loss...for a brief time.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My soul to be touched by the warmth of yours,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But no more.<br />The future holds a dim gleam of hope, but<br />The days will pass as I place one foot in front of the other,<br />And breathe.<br />Until then,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Healing is wisdom and insurmountably so.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Relief is here knowing you will find happiness,<br />and I continue to find peace...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Always.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright © Precisely Write, LLC, All rights Reserved</span></span></div><span id="fullpost"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-20120616233999325332010-05-04T14:22:00.004-07:002010-05-05T10:46:53.607-07:00Purely Inspired<div style="text-align: center;">Discovery<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The gentleness of my hand touches your face and with a slight downward motion, I close your eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I kiss you lightly and tenderly...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then all that is heard are my footsteps exiting through the door at a quick pace not to turn back.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Closed and locked tightly,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I find myself as far away from the finality of its closure as I need to be.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Afraid, I hide; in a ball, I curl.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You open the door and saunter in…quietly and confidently.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You have found me.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not to worry, my angel. Trust me and know all is meant to be.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lifting my tear-stained face from the pillow, you place my concern into your heart.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I look into your blue eyes…and I know, without a doubt,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That I have finally found --<br />peace.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright © Precisely Write, LLC, All rights Reserved</span></span><br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-12433044622678346632010-04-05T18:18:00.001-07:002010-04-28T14:11:09.386-07:00Fairy Tale Ending Gone Bad<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uFUfCE1igM9w9jBD2-AMLH1e3XKqPLmrEtVok6H_EXhnz59hD-IoLC3gd-YfoHenuuTUdQlAcCyfGQaOIOeB5F7RmUNpN6VK-QHxe5ks-1D0b-OxTxZRVggtkrIKMUTnMbhRLCiFK5c/s1600/image001.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uFUfCE1igM9w9jBD2-AMLH1e3XKqPLmrEtVok6H_EXhnz59hD-IoLC3gd-YfoHenuuTUdQlAcCyfGQaOIOeB5F7RmUNpN6VK-QHxe5ks-1D0b-OxTxZRVggtkrIKMUTnMbhRLCiFK5c/s400/image001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455715017055989730" border="0" /></a>The Little Mermaid<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-61155766929861978712010-04-04T05:00:00.005-07:002010-04-28T14:15:33.162-07:00Ah Nuts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW2t6p2N8AqGn9PqA_nk48gVur52k-vLc9AHQOzEBjp1wN6orfYhCW6INuYDz4WIef09puS0hQ6fUAiXteEFY0QPFg3Y2J3CLXzgMhGUnV0Rl809TwlvW_xopzKPHg7SuAX_n7tnv-vU/s1600/image001.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTW2t6p2N8AqGn9PqA_nk48gVur52k-vLc9AHQOzEBjp1wN6orfYhCW6INuYDz4WIef09puS0hQ6fUAiXteEFY0QPFg3Y2J3CLXzgMhGUnV0Rl809TwlvW_xopzKPHg7SuAX_n7tnv-vU/s320/image001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455713678057876322" border="0" /></a>Note: I am typing this in a German accent.<br /><p class="MsoNormal">*Ahem*<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Touh penutz vere valking don zeh rod. One was assaulted...peanut.</p><p class="MsoNormal">(<span style="font-style: italic;">Does anybody get this? I'm unsure if I told it right *giggle giggle snort snort*</span>)<br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-197969724157791712010-04-03T05:00:00.000-07:002010-04-03T05:00:00.444-07:00Work Mantras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNfmrmNFu3mGPBusJJZ-b1EHzRuW4TRpBvopKOFRJ07s8Cup1I96FU5EZ6wJhUCDtQo7nE1Ol4S_JZm49o1aabcdSXv3wQZnt-m7dDURiNzO6FLPp_-49dfrbLru8-SHe9kv8KtnHsPM/s1600/image001.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNfmrmNFu3mGPBusJJZ-b1EHzRuW4TRpBvopKOFRJ07s8Cup1I96FU5EZ6wJhUCDtQo7nE1Ol4S_JZm49o1aabcdSXv3wQZnt-m7dDURiNzO6FLPp_-49dfrbLru8-SHe9kv8KtnHsPM/s320/image001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455712080138891170" border="0" /></a><br /><ul style="text-align: center;"><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine? </span></li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting. </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> I started out with nothing and still have most of it left. </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> Sarcasm is just one more service I offer. </li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li>Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't gone to sleep ... yet. </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> I work 45 hours a week to be this poor. </li></ul><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"> </p><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li>Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality. </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> You look like crap. Is that the style now? </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> Earth is full. Go home. </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert. </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> You are depriving some village of an idiot. </li></ul><ul style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><li> If buttheads could fly, this place would be an airport.</li></ul>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-48757530376311256692010-04-02T13:36:00.008-07:002010-04-02T14:26:43.296-07:00It's a New Day<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_q0a_De3AFMr1KM5fngGdWN7owJE6p8s_jUy55gKPxvIUpIqw-Boqapa0UijhLFoA_j2qXzxBb3h0KSE404dYjuN5S6WwGTt7TmNdYsVy9VI9lBk9AfCtz3LYwXgrmkyW5bZcJR-iM4k/s1600/image001.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_q0a_De3AFMr1KM5fngGdWN7owJE6p8s_jUy55gKPxvIUpIqw-Boqapa0UijhLFoA_j2qXzxBb3h0KSE404dYjuN5S6WwGTt7TmNdYsVy9VI9lBk9AfCtz3LYwXgrmkyW5bZcJR-iM4k/s320/image001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455644332855601698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">She gracefully and humbly climbed into her hole. It was comfortable and away from life; away from others who might see her true self: poor, fostered by strangers, anxious, depressed. It was true solitude, though uncomfortable, sad, and lonely, it was the best place to be...for now. Crouched down, face between knees, the tears dropped one by one from the corner of her eyes onto her young skin. Silently a prayer was formed and sent to an upper being that would allow her to be able to see -- to see hope, love, and happiness.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Then the pain subsided -- physical, emotional, spiritual -- and the sun peeked out from behind the sparse clouds in the sky.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;">One foot in front of the other, slowly, but surely she stood tall and again faced the world. </span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;">.................</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A new day has dawned; her prayer answered.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-91399765393092502362010-04-01T10:25:00.007-07:002010-04-01T10:36:56.251-07:00April Fools'!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprrg4Tp1eErAsVUusFwHCar-euIyLyLfOeVbW6dO3ADVzb0fNfAOyUFgg74sBi-9DdKBWPYtyWymR-Y2kAFc32FUXSxlX8gIBKIohPZV01WdOH9bOLOjtTzGKdTbJM0Dp0bDumiVcbk0/s1600/image001.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprrg4Tp1eErAsVUusFwHCar-euIyLyLfOeVbW6dO3ADVzb0fNfAOyUFgg74sBi-9DdKBWPYtyWymR-Y2kAFc32FUXSxlX8gIBKIohPZV01WdOH9bOLOjtTzGKdTbJM0Dp0bDumiVcbk0/s320/image001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455222235788544034" border="0" /></a>Because I lived in Topeka, Kansas for a stint while attending the University of Kansas, I thought it apropos to post this interesting tidbit in honor of April Fools' Day (coupled with the fact that this is a Google blog, and I have a Google email, of course).</div><span style=""> </span> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">It is said that some believe that Google played this prank on readers because at one time in history, the mayor of Topeka, Kansas changed its city name to <a href="http://www.worldcorrespondents.com/topeka-google-april-fools-why-does-google-say-topeka/882452">Google, Kansas</a> for a month…for tourism! <span style=""> </span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">I, for one, think this is nifty.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-63664725080535526442010-03-23T07:58:00.007-07:002010-03-23T08:10:57.957-07:00Diphthong<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMwLOgWmTHkOCAg2jBddi2Ugru6wIpJ6PX-bJ1cbsSxTRYehep6jRs6zhOgjiJixKxz3RwSaimBX5QQUZk5uhu4WAJUobb4geNfUGlvpAJlw9RKcE1KvzcXx7S3Y4RE1tsyoNvKLN6OY/s1600-h/Dictionary.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmMwLOgWmTHkOCAg2jBddi2Ugru6wIpJ6PX-bJ1cbsSxTRYehep6jRs6zhOgjiJixKxz3RwSaimBX5QQUZk5uhu4WAJUobb4geNfUGlvpAJlw9RKcE1KvzcXx7S3Y4RE1tsyoNvKLN6OY/s320/Dictionary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451846306741147074" border="0" /></a>A gliding monosyllabic speech sound (as the vowel combination at the end of <em><span style=";font-family:";" >toy</span></em>) that starts at or near the articulatory position for one vowel and moves to or toward the position of another. </div><p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Being born and bred in Kansas, I get it. Those up north, I’m think’n...not so much. </p> <span id="fullpost"></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-85004630217930030612010-03-22T13:04:00.002-07:002010-03-22T13:07:56.315-07:00Humor on a Monday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyPqdj8_iU3TAbV8QJlec4xEq-9fJifsRWOUl44_zk2VCDf6-RwvVXZqXsRpdL9SOzmtrWytE83EfhSlr9wdZ40l5CsnuvQDBIb1HL-VDy4wZVbiV0MdYRhyphenhyphen6bN2TMclaouPONi_YHus/s1600-h/Golf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451552138335946258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyPqdj8_iU3TAbV8QJlec4xEq-9fJifsRWOUl44_zk2VCDf6-RwvVXZqXsRpdL9SOzmtrWytE83EfhSlr9wdZ40l5CsnuvQDBIb1HL-VDy4wZVbiV0MdYRhyphenhyphen6bN2TMclaouPONi_YHus/s400/Golf.jpg" border="0" /></a>If you're going to drink, don't drive. Don't even putt.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(<em><span style="color:#009900;">Steve Martin</span></em>)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Happy Monday and good week to you all.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407422651745034753.post-21647216420619646022010-03-19T17:30:00.002-07:002010-03-19T17:36:35.952-07:00Counting Blessings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXa8O7KGhrFMX2jR20XpMqt-nvDI7NbxBqZZjJmLKRXuNWfwpfntoXsgwLFQRYADjvwyGM-8EkIT8F0boVQoJs2fBBvosiF3G6L1RQUIMJR4xbwtxOffbnoQKBgWBTYhPYQk10GAJor9o/s1600-h/Writing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450508042593719730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXa8O7KGhrFMX2jR20XpMqt-nvDI7NbxBqZZjJmLKRXuNWfwpfntoXsgwLFQRYADjvwyGM-8EkIT8F0boVQoJs2fBBvosiF3G6L1RQUIMJR4xbwtxOffbnoQKBgWBTYhPYQk10GAJor9o/s400/Writing.jpg" border="0" /></a>Job search was quick and painless…Seven months elapsed, head extracted, cleaned and purified, cobwebs dusted. Called “Dee” and there it was, just beyond the horizon – I became one with the light at the end of what seemed like a never-ending tunnel...and within just one day.<br /><br />My niche for editing has been realized yet again. Wonders never cease.<br /><br />The grass is green, the trees again have flourishing leaves, and I hear the birds chirping. I hereby count my blessings.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05461238423288359578noreply@blogger.com3