<?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-19104622</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:58:33.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Log</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19104622.post-1796181878360329558</id><published>2006-12-02T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:39:24.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The men from mars are comming.</title><content type='html'>The 1 2 3 Greetings  web site says that today is"Mars Landing Day " &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;..........so let's celebrate.  Wait  I'm still confused.  Are they landing here or are we going there?   &lt;br/&gt;Where do we go for the party?  Will they be serving  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mar's Bars"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or what? &lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-1796181878360329558?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/1796181878360329558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=1796181878360329558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/1796181878360329558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/1796181878360329558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2006/12/men-from-mars-are-comming.html' title='The men from mars are comming.'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-1658627734828491918</id><published>2006-11-27T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:51:08.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Fixing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Did you ever feel like you needed fixing? Has anyone  ever remotly hinted that there might be something wrong with you? Something that needed fixing so as to make you  normal like them? Society is so strange. People are strange. Perhaps that is  what God intended all along.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Beginning this post  I had one idea in mind.  A letter from a friend - momentarily - got me all riled up.  It was as if I was on a mission.  I found the schriptures and was poised to let loose a tirant of comments on the subject.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But then  the words of my last post  - just poped  into mind - and it was as if God was saying to me.... those with out sin cast the first stone.&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;Hummmm...... Guilty as charged  - Lord&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The word.........?&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Simplify........keep things simple.&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;Live and let live.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;Explore the good in everyone everywhere. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;Life is GOOD!&lt;br/&gt;&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/19104622-1658627734828491918?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/1658627734828491918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=1658627734828491918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/1658627734828491918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/1658627734828491918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2006/11/need-fixing.html' title='Need Fixing?'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-969798292005467830</id><published>2006-11-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T09:42:27.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>36 + or - till 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you prepared?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ever find you'r self sitting on that preverberal fence - just stagnating? Unable to choose one side or the other?  With out being too crass - there are only two sides.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What's so difficult in making the choice? In Deuteronomy  30:15-20 we're given the choices.  Life and Good or Death and Evil. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In Hebrews 12: 1-3 we are told to strip down - simplify - and run the race.  To keep our eye on the prize.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Are we unknowingly making life - too hard? &lt;br/&gt;Are we traveling on the wrong road?&lt;br/&gt; Do we even know - which prize we really want? At the end of the road?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Other wise we just might end up like those mentioned in  Reverlations 3: 14 - 22.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ready -set- go......what goals would you like to see  met for this comming new year?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Instead of wanting to lose weight - how about becomming healthier- physically - mentally and emotionally?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Instead of living status quo- how about crossing the road and extending a helping hand to those in need?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Instead of complaining that we're being left behind - how about really listening to the others complaints &lt;br/&gt;and - then voicing our&lt;br/&gt; oppinions - where it really counts.   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Who knowes - maybe all the world is waiting&lt;br/&gt; on - is  A BETTER IDEA -  YOUR'S!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-969798292005467830?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/969798292005467830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=969798292005467830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/969798292005467830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/969798292005467830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2006/11/36-or-till-2007.html' title='36 + or - till 2007'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-1764982596907807206</id><published>2006-11-26T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T08:55:20.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARN !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't  you just hait it when you've typed a message - a good one - too  and the whole thing  just gets deleated  before you can hit print?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-1764982596907807206?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/1764982596907807206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=1764982596907807206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/1764982596907807206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/1764982596907807206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2006/11/darn.html' title='DARN !!!!!!'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-116273547118789179</id><published>2006-11-05T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:04:31.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;??? ÃÂ ÃÂ ÃÂ STILL CONFUSED ÃÂ ÃÂ ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;??? ÃÂ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;foi llize="3"&gt;I'LL&lt;br/&gt; BEÂ  BAI'VER/&gt; WHEN I'VE FIGURED.............. IT OUT&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/19104622-116273547118789179?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/116273547118789179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=116273547118789179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/116273547118789179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/116273547118789179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-confused-ill-when-ive-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-113294045966483807</id><published>2005-11-25T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T09:40:59.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the  memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday was a good day. It seemed like ages since we've seen some of these people - then seeing others borought back all the warm and coziness of having the family get together in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Being the senior member there.....wow that feels strange saying that.....it was nice to catch up on how every one has grown through out the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think every one had a good time. The men enjoyed their yearly poker game - the women shared and exchanged gossip here and there between the movies on TV and the Christmas gift ( wish lists ) were exchanged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now if someone can tell me what exactly is a game cube and where to get one - I'll be all set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-113294045966483807?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/113294045966483807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=113294045966483807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113294045966483807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113294045966483807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-all-in-memories.html' title='It&apos;s all in the  memories.'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-113284659139432038</id><published>2005-11-24T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T07:36:31.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving - to the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;If not this year can we strive fore next year - to honor the differences between us and send together - in one voice - our love, thankfulness and joys( rather than fear, hate and mis-trust) that we've experienced here on this earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;This is my Thanksgiving prayer - That we ( all of us - Man - women - child - red -yellow - black or white -Christian - Jew - Hindu - atheist -etc.) can be persistent enough to pursue the true inner passions of every sole on this earth an to be patient enough to wait for it to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;For more see........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogigo.com/jamryn"&gt;http://www.blogigo.com/jamryn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogigo.com/jamryn1"&gt;http://www.blogigo.com/jamryn1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-113284659139432038?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/113284659139432038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=113284659139432038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113284659139432038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113284659139432038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-113267410985225599</id><published>2005-11-22T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T07:41:49.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry on..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sometimes we get stuck in our hurrying up to get to nowhere in particular. It's all rush - rush - rush. Then when we get there - blank - nothing - where do we need to hurry of to next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The dreams - goals - wishes will always be there. They will wait for us. Why not slow down a bit and enjoy the view and the company along the way? It's been said that we should not fear the space between the dreams and the Reality. If we are still dreaming it........We can make it so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;There is less than 40 days till the New Year. What are some of your hopes, dreams,wishes.....Etc. And how much space will you plan to place between each one ....So as to enjoy the journey along the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-113267410985225599?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/113267410985225599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=113267410985225599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113267410985225599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113267410985225599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2005/11/carry-on.html' title='Carry on..............'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-113258458920681577</id><published>2005-11-21T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T06:49:49.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight # 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I received the first of the daily insights, that I spoke of in an earlier blog. It said......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stregenth does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your stregenth. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is stregenth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quoted by Arnold Shwarzenegger - Actor and Governor of California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I first read that - my dyslexia - played a trick on me and my mind read - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Does not come from whining"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;which I thought was still appropriate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I've run acrost so many people that - if they do not get the position they want first hand - they whine and belly ache - as to - in their opinion that it was dirty politics that kept them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Seriously I'd begin to worry if every one - every where got the first thing they ask for the first time a round. What a mess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Think about it. Where would we all be if " Adam and Eve " didn't take that first bite out of that Apple? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-113258458920681577?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/113258458920681577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=113258458920681577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113258458920681577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113258458920681577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2005/11/insight-1.html' title='Insight # 1.'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-113251621211229291</id><published>2005-11-20T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T11:50:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An so it begins........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;What a day......It's 2:29 pm. and I'm exhausted already. After a brief spat with this dinasaur of a  computer of mine, I took off for the groceries store. I had to buy a vegetable tray for the dinner after the church service. You see ....We had the Purdue Glee Club singing today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;WOW! As usual they were fantastic. The sound echoed through out the whole building. Just beautiful. It sure made us choir members wish we could smuggle a few of them in every Sunday to sing with us. Then came the luncheon after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Food? Oh My....There was food and then there was FOOD! I tried to only take a small amount of a few things. How did all that food end up on my plate? I'm stuffed and its 4 days away from the actual Turkey day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's going to take those 4 days( of not eating) to feel ready to - want - to take another bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-113251621211229291?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/113251621211229291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=113251621211229291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113251621211229291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113251621211229291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-it-begins.html' title='An so it begins........'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-113241172845274610</id><published>2005-11-19T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T06:48:48.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward Ho........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Since I can't go back I guess the only direction is Forward - on to bigger and better chalanges.    A friend of mine sends me inspernational notes every week.  After all that frustration( trying to access an old blogging page) from yesterday this weeks note made a lot of sence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                          CHASING THE PAST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After whom are you pursuing? After a dead dog, after a single flea? ( 1 Samuel 24:14b )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     A certain elderly pooch had been left with a neighbor while its rightful owner was away on holidays. The shock of bording out provided to be too much for the old dog's constitution, and the women told me she got up one morning and found him dead under the kitchen table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     In a big city, giving away a live dog is difficult enough, but whatever would she do  with a canine carcass?  After numerous phone calls and several futile attempts to dispose of it, her only recourse  seemed to be the local humane society. They agreed to arrange a burial if she would bring the remains to their headquarters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Since the woman had to go there by bus, transporting the body posed something of a problem.  After considering the various alternatives, she decided to put the expired dog in an old suitcace and simply carry him to his final resting place, while still  maintaining a maximum degree of dignity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     Halfway to her destination, she had to change busses, and some fellow  very graciously offered to cary her piece of luggage. He murmured something about it being a dead weight, and when she refused to divulge the contents, he must have concluded she was smuggling gold. At ant rate, she borded the next bus and looked back just in time to see the culprit absconding down a back ally with the suitcase.  Her first impulse was to give chase; but then, like David of old, she was struck by the absurdity of the situation. Chasing a dead dog, of all things! With that, she settled back to enjoy the ride home, mission accomplished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     In the spirital sence, the Lord expects us to do the same, yet we sometimes insist on chasing down " back alleys" in a vain attempt to recapture part of the past, robbed from us by time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    The former beauty quean, for instance, looks in a mirror, searching for the points that helped her win the contest many years before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     The businessman tries to retrace his decisions, hoping to expand his company in a different direction this time around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     The athlete of bygone days works out against the clock and dreams of recapturing the title jogging his memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     A mother looks upon her growing children with dismay, and her maternal arms ache with emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     As dificult as it is to accept, all the past is history. Any efforts toward actually reliving certain periods of our lives are but absurd attempts to regain what is gone forever. Such efforts would be a worthless pursuit of time, energy, and money. In contrast, the Christian faith enables usto learn from the past, apply it to the present, and hope for the future. Instead of chasing dead dogs down dark allies, our walk should illustrate - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 4:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, that shines brighter and brighter untill the  full day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;If we can't - shoulden't look back - then  how about looking forward to good ideas  - every day.    &lt;a href="http://www.insightoftheday.com"&gt;www.insightoftheday.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-113241172845274610?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/113241172845274610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=113241172845274610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113241172845274610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113241172845274610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2005/11/forward-ho.html' title='Forward Ho........'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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-19104622.post-113234702983110071</id><published>2005-11-18T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:50:29.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Log -  beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hello - bloggers This a new beggining for me today. I'm starting fresh on a new blogging sight. I'm not all that new to blogging - just this site. It seams that the other one that I had been on had a blogging fit and decided to disapear. With out telling me? What nerve! So hear I am, starting all over again.  To start with let's get the bacics out of the way.  I'm female , past 60, happly married, retired, a familey of 3 - 7  or 9  children ( depending how you'd like to look at it), and 12 + grandchildren - I think! Maybe even a greatgrand or two. But then again  mentioning all that makes me feel - way too old.  I'm a Toastmaster(DTM)  and working on writing  1 or 2 books.  Hopefully some day I will have them published and beable to call myself a proffesional speaker.  I like lots and lots and lots of comments and won't shy away from non positive  feedback.   Hit a hot button with me and I just might break in to a dabate.  Don]t let that keep you away. We can all learn  new things - fron listening to others opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19104622-113234702983110071?l=jamryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/feeds/113234702983110071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19104622&amp;postID=113234702983110071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113234702983110071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19104622/posts/default/113234702983110071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamryn.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-log-beginning.html' title='Blog Log -  beginning.'/><author><name>Nadine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03456498932005613783</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></feed>
